Maui Moana Tattoo Novels & Stories

malakas na utos ni Urusula sa itim na usok. Ngumisi ang mukha ng itim na usok pagkatapos ay bigla na lamang sumugod sa amin. Ngunit hindi man lang nakalapit sa amin ang usok dahil tila may hindi nakikita na barrier ang humarang sa usok. Napasigaw ang usok na tila ba nasakatan ito kahit na isa lamang itong usok. Nang muling sumugod sa amin ang usok ay magkahawak ang mga kamay na itinaas namin ang aming mga kamay at itinapat sa mukha ng usok. Biglana lamang may lumabas na kulay sky blue sa aming mga noo na galing s amoon tattoo pagkatapos ay itinaboy ang itim na usok. Natalo ang usok at bumalik kay Urusula na siyang may gawa ng kapangyarihang itil na iyon.

We shared the food that was brought and fed our growing babies. "What do you want to have," I asked him curiously as I ate a chicken leg. He paused mid chew and said a girl and a boy would be appropriate and I nodded my head and glanced at his tattoos. Kaimana noticed and told me that we would exchange tattoos instead of rings during our wedding and that was the nymphs way to express their love. The tattoos were placed over the left pectoral to signify the heart. "So come up with an amazing design, Hoka," he grinned and I nodded, already planning a classic one in my mind. Kaimana turned to me and looked at me with complete seriousness.

A searing pain flared on my shoulder. I gasped, gripping the spot with trembling fingers. It burned—like fire licking beneath my skin, like being branded from the inside out. I tore off my sleeve in a panic. And stared. There, etched into my skin, was a tattoo I had never received. A moon—full and luminous, its edges swirling in a storm of blue ink that shimmered in the light. Beneath it, foreign script curved in delicate strokes, and on each side of the moon were two strange, symbolic markings I didn’t recognize.

"Everything tasted so good, so fresh." "It is always so here," Mahana said. "Perhaps you'd like Manahau and Rotui to help you relax after your meal? Manahau is Tahitian for wise spirit and Rotui is the name of a high peak on Moorea island between Opunuhu and Cook Bays." "I'd like that," Krista said without hesitating, looking admiringly at the two sturdy, broad-chested men in their 30s, like Mahana dressed in just a long sarong.

I needed to feel him fill me. I looked down at his V-line. The old tattoo was still there. My name. Moana. In italics, just like the little flower. He had gotten it years ago, before everything fell apart, when we were young and stupid and burning. He had marked himself with my name and he had never removed it. It was still there, still dark, still permanent. "You still have it," I said.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

I noticed one of these tattoos because it was bigger than the rest. It was one of a huge indescribable sea monster. I would’ve said it was the Kraken but it had way too many leg thingies. The monster had one big eye and there was a circle of dark mist surrounding it too. Pushing aside how creepy it looked, it was really cool. “Wouldn’t take a second.” I flicked my hair nonchalantly and realized how dry my lips were. “Go ahead then. Do it.”

Kalil was one strong one. *** Daeira happily ran to the warm sands in the beach of Bora Bora after they had placed their little bags inside the nipa-hut. Wearing a short bikini, Daeira twirled around under the sun ignoring the stares she got among the other tourists in there while GD lazily followed behind her. Some actually thought he was a mafia when his naked upper body was filled with unknown tattoos just like his two body guards who settled in a distance who had tattoos of different style. More like a warrior graffiti.

So she answered truthfully. "No, that tattoo is a representation of a mate's claim. Only with a mate's touche, it will shine brightly. It recognizes the person whom it represents. No one can make the tattoo shine that brightly. It's impossible" Anna said. "What does it means if Drake's tattoo shines when I touch it?" Nyra asked in a daze. "Then that means you are his mate" Anna replied without thinking. The moment the words are out, Anna looked at Nyra with wide stunning eyes.