Mazikeen Tattoo Novels & Stories

I said fondly. "Frank, this is Maze, head of security and part owner of this establishment," I introduced her to my right-hand man. "The pleasure is all mine ma'am," Frank said politely. "Please, call me Maze, ma'am just makes me feel too old," Maze said. She was dressed in a skimpy black dress with high-thigh boots. The dress exposed her back revealing the colorful tattoo of a Chinese dragon. She had cropped neon pink hair and freckles sprayed like tiny stars on her face.

The lights were already on, shining just above Gaby's back after the man looked down. Before Gaby arrived, Denis had prepared all of his equipment on the surface of the stacking trolley, which consisted of three places; top, middle, and bottom. Denis has also sterilized some of the tools required to be sterile, such as the tattoo machine or tattoo gun—the most crucial device that operates with an electromagnetic coil—which controls the dynamo to move up and down at a fast tempo. There is only one color of tattoo ink Denis provides for the current process because the triforce tattoo Gaby wants is predominantly black. The ink prepared is carbon-based, reacting naturally and smoothly on the bod

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

For a few minutes, there was nothing else: no plan, no Zeke, no eyes on us. Then I saw him. I had nearly forgotten that they were in a club for a reason until he passed by us. A man. Big. Broad shoulders, a thick beard. But what caught my eye wasn’t his size… It was the tattoo. It showed a skull with a thick black beard and mustache. Behind it was a ship’s anchor and a compass design. My drink froze halfway to my lips. “Do you guys see him?” I said softly, hoping the mic caught it.

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

Maya had been thinking about this appointment for seven days straight. Seven days since she'd walked into Ash Kane's tattoo shop for a consultation. Seven days since she'd shown him the delicate mandala design she wanted inked on her inner thigh....high up, dangerously close to her pussy. Seven days since his dark eyes had traveled slowly up her body before meeting hers with a knowing smirk. "That's an intimate placement," he'd said, his voice like gravel and sin. "You sure you can handle it?"

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

Drake said to no one in particular. Drake looked at the tattoo of two wings in the shape of a human heart permanently etched on the left side of his chest, just above his heart. "I never heard about this Drake. If a dragon has a human Mate, they never leave a tattoo. Are you sure that your mate is a human? Only creatures of equal power will be able to leave a mark like this. If she left her mark on your heart, that means you liked that girl before the drug took over. If she is a human, then she would have died with the way you lost control over yourself" his friend Mason's words ring in his head.