Maui Moana Tattoo Novels & Stories

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

She blushed. “Before you ask, when I mark you, I have to use my canine to bite into a spot in your collar.” He didn't want to scare her off. “I heard that it would be painful at first but then it heals and turns to a tattoo. It would help us to stay together and forever”. She nods and continues eating, the Moon Goddess had instructed her to trust her mate and that's what she will do. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Meanwhile, somewhere in a dark cave.

“When you will mark me, then there can be a chance that my blood can get mixed in water, and it will be injurious for others. And I will be dangerous to humankind or any other animal, and then Hunters will start chasing me like a dog until I will be killed.” “Oh,” Bolt’s expression changed immediately. He knew that fact, so he didn’t force her and but immediately, the water around them parted all of a sudden, like the moment when baby Moana was trying to collect a sea shell. He looked at her mate, whose eyes and Talismans were glowing.

When I realized I was already descending the steps and I was barely a meter from this majestic God of the seas, I stopped to look at his neck, I went down his back and concentrated on his tattoo, there was a kind of school of fish swimming, some hammerhead sharks, some dolphins, rays, corals. It was a whole marine scene that left my mouth open, it had too many details, too many colors, the tattoo rose from the lower area of ​​her belly to the middle of her back, it was a beautiful work of art that, together with her splendid physique, made of the set something simply worth seeing, I continued detailing her back and continued to her buttocks.

She finally fell back onto my chest, sighing. She mumbled softly, again something I didn't understand. "What did you say?" She smiled. "I'm sorry, just something in Masai. If we stay together I'll tell you. Right now, be happy I said it, even if you don't know what it is." She refused to say more. Changing the subject, I asked her about the tattoo she had on that cute little butt. "It's a Masai shield over crossed spears. It's the same design as the one on our national flag. What does yours mean?" she said, tracing the outline on my bicep.

Flashback to this morning: I woke up in Kai's arms, as I had every morning since we mated. His warmth and his scent engulfing me. I studied his gorgeous face. Tan skin pulled over high, perfectly symmetrical cheek bones. Thick, sculpted eyebrows. Straight nose. Plump pink lips. His head crowned with dark hair, shaved on the sides and longer on top. He was gorgeous. His shoulders were broad and mascular. His impressive eight pack and imposing strength. Perhaps it was because his body was so close to steel, that he failed to notice my stony one. I even liked the tattoos that covered the majority of his torso. His back, his chest, his upper arms and up his neck. They suited him. In fact, they r

The scent of roasted pineapple and grilled seafood wafted around them. A woman dressed in a traditional Hawaiian sarong and lei greeted them with a warm smile. "Aloha! Would you like to have your faces painted? It’s part of the celebration." Tiffany glanced at Naomi before shifting to Kai, eyes twinkling. Kai smirked, shrugging at her, but Noami’s voice cut through as she grinned. "Absolutely." They sat down, allowing the artists to work. Tiffany’s design was intricate, swirling patterns of gold and orange across her cheekbone, blending beautifully into her skin. Kai’s was more subtle, a bold streak of deep red cutting across his jawline, giving him an almost warrior-like look.

Malachi stands with me still straddling him as I run my hand through his brown hair. I let him put me down and stare at his body, taking my attention to the tattoo in the middle of his stomach that shows his birth year. I lead him to the bed, and he lays back, propping himself up with his elbows to keep his gaze on me. I spread his legs so I can fit my body between them and kneel, while my finger traces the tattoo that says 1994 on his torso. He shivers at my touch and he's already hard as a rock. I trail soft kisses along that same tattoo, thanking the Moon Goddess for creating such an exceptional creature. I unbuckle his pants and start to pull them down slowly while his heated gaze

He’s jittery. He tries to reach out for his cup of coffee, but then his big sleeve gets in the way and makes it spill all over the table. However, that’s not the worst thing that happened. His sleeve rolls back, revealing a very vivid tattoo—a tattoo that I have too. The phases of the moon. The insignia of Sangria Amori, the mark of Royals, known by everyone. Morgan glares at the tattoo. Then he slowly looks up at us. At me.

What were their plans for me? The sun was high in a bright blue sky when we reached Moonstone Pack’s dock, a spot of technology among the lush foliage of the island. I and the dozen others with me on the boat lined up to show our arms to the pier guards. I looked down at my glowing moonstone tattoo, feeling grounded by the small magic of the ink milked from a flower that grew only on the island.