Maui Moana Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

Mom with her wild auburn hair whipping in the wind, Dad grinning beside her, and me as a gangly teenager, my arms wrapped around a much younger Aofie. They looked so alive, so unbreakable. A perfect family portrait, or so I'd always thought. I stared at the photo under the dim bulb's flickering glow, my breath catching. My eyes lingered on Mom's wrist, where a bracelet of seashells partially obscured her skin. I squinted, tilting the photo closer to the light. There, peeking out from beneath the shells, was a tattoo — a bold, stylized letter V, etched in delicate black ink, the lines curving like a serpent's tail.

I mean, even before we were dating exclusively I haven’t really given much thought about this relationship and I feel bad that I am still keeping her. “It’s thrilling.” I replied. “I mean it has been a year and a few months since I have been stuck here.” She smiled, “You must be very excited to go back to the beach.” I nod, “Yeah I am. But I don’t think I will surf anytime soon.” I bent my left knee up close to my chin so I can put my sock on my foot but I was stopped when I saw a tattoo on the inner ankle of my left foot that says, Mockingbird. I don’t remember ever having this tattoo on me and then I remembered the other one on the outer side of my left ankle which said Blue.

"We want matching tattoos." We settle on a design together. A crescent moon and a small wave. The moon represents the nights that saved us, the nights we stayed up talking, crying, planning. And the wave—well, that's us. Always rising, always crashing, but never breaking, the way we always came back to each other. "You sure about this?" Cassian asked as I settled into the chair first. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?" I glare at him. "I'm not a chicken. Let's do this."

We were headed to the resort arranged by Mara and Aquil. We were now on our way to Moku' Auia beach resort. It’s a well-known beach here in Kahuhu, Hawaii, and it’s also close to home, making it more accessible for when we return. At that moment, Quil was with us, overwhelmed with applause and excitement. Riding with us were Mara and Aquil, while Austin was following behind in his car along with Mama Catriona in hers. We arrived at the resort first and joyfully made our way to the venue area.

In the second, a big ginger-colored wolf popped out, ripped her t-shirt, and started running toward the forest. ‘Wow!’ I mentally compliment Every time I looked at her wolf, I felt it for the first time. Moana didn’t have the exact same color as wolf-like Liara or any of her family members. Maybe because both her parents were werewolves and she got some shade of color from Edolie, who had a brown wolf. I quickly ran to where her torn T-shirt was, and picking it up, I returned to where I was standing before. This T-shirt had her smell.

The inviting aroma enveloped him, teasing his taste buds and piquing his curiosity. "Smells nice" Mystro said, admiration evident in his voice. Elaine smiled, appreciating his kind words. "Why don't you be patient and wait for me to serve you" “I know but I thought I could help” he rolled up his sleeves revealing his tattoo. A medusa tattoo on his right arm caught her attention, “A fan of Medusa” she asked. “Not really, our works are just similar” he replied. Elaine tried to understand what he meant but she knew she was just confusing herself.

“Yes, dear. This one and all the others were done by a very special wolf. A wise man of the forest. But these tattoos are not like those of humans. You only receive one if the goddess desires it. And you cannot choose what is tattooed. The goddess shows the wise man, and he only engraves what is destined.” Mia bit her lower lip, hesitant. “Could I... could I get one?” Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise. He scratched his head, clearly taken aback by the request. “Honey... I don't think your mother would like that idea very much.” “But Mom's not here,” Mia replied with a mischievous smile, for the first time since last night. Owen let out a low laugh, but his gaze was still concerned.

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.

I just shrugged and looked around the shop. I left Luke there and looked around at the walls where their designs were displayed. I will admit, their proposed samples for tattoos are great. There's Tribal or Polynesian tattoos that's inspired by the numbers of indigenous communities' beliefs and culture. There's Japanese that I believe is very rare these days, as well as the American traditional. I was also amazed with the samples of their Realism tattoos. Along with them are the New School and Watercolor which I think has something in common, they just look a little bit alike but you'll see the difference if you'll look at it closely.