Maui Tattoos Moana Novels & Stories

I looked at Moana. She didn't look down at the crag lord with hatred, nor did she flinch at the sight of eighty silver-tipped pikes gleaming in the pale winter light. She raised her right hand, her bare palm open to the sky, the raw cut across her skin completely healed into a thin, silver scar that pulsed with a faint, golden light. "Blow the caps," she commanded softly. Kaelen didn't hesitate. He struck a flint against the iron wedge, a single, brilliant spark catching the end of the hemp fuse. The fire raced down into the granite crack with a sharp, hissing snap, disappearing into the dark heart of the ice shelf.

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.

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

My breath hitched as I recognized the intricate design—a mate tattoo. My mind reeled, questions crashing into each other like waves in a storm. How? When? Who? I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it. It didn’t make sense. A mate tattoo was scared, a bond forged by fate itself. It appeared only when the Moon Goddess seemed two souls meant for one another. But Olivia? My grip on her tightened as my thoughts spiraled. Was it possible she’d gotten it done at some tattoo shop, oblivious to the meaning? No, that couldn’t be it. The lines were too precise, too ethereal. This was no human creation.

Well… it goes for both genders, so to make it simple, all grandmothers are Tutu Wahine and grandfathers are Tutu Kane. I knocked there and found Tutu with a few ladies. I knocked two times before getting in. Tutu was reading a book, oh the bible. She gave me a look. Then continued reading. “Excuse me ladies… Come in Mo'opuna!” Mo'opuna is an Hawaiian word for Grandchild. Mo'opuna wahine for granddaughter and Mo'opuna Kane for Grandson. Remind me to teach you Hawaiian. I took off the heels by the door. Yes, Take off your shoes before entering someone’s house, it's a sign of respect. I walked to Grandma and touched her nose.

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 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.

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.

He was marking every inch of her as his own. "She is shining now," Mako called out from the shore. The other men were watching. They were all hard, their animal skins bulging with their hunger. Kaelo carried her back to a flat, shallow rock where the water only covered their ankles. He laid her down. The rock was smooth and warm from the sun. Tane walked into the water and knelt beside her. "Now, we make you sweet," Tane said. He dipped his fingers into the purple paste. He began to rub it onto Ava’s breasts. The oil was very slippery. It made her skin feel like silk. Tane used his thumbs to rub her nipples in circles. They grew very hard and dark.