Mazikeen Tattoo Novels & Stories

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

Megan, the healer in charge of Tessa, told me she was being discharged. By the time I reached the healing room, she was already gone. Back at my apartment, I found her waiting on the couch, bubbling with excitement. I hadn’t expected that. “Are you… alright?” I asked. “Yes! I’m perfectly fine; I don’t feel a thing. But see…” She pulled down her shirt to reveal a tattoo. The tattoo was common after marking—once the scar faded, a symbol appeared where the mark had been. Usually, it was some intricate designs, patterns, or a moon symbol, but Tessa’s was different. It was a rose, its stem wrapped in thorns.

she ask with devilish smirk “Your birthday?” “No stupid, it’s Halloween!” “I guess that’s why I dreamt of those days” “What are you talking about?” “It’s nothing. We need to get ready to scare some kids then” I said ..................... ✍🏽 Mazikeen walks in to a dark room with a whip that has razor sharp thorns on it. She walks majestically into the dark room as if it is lit up. She stands in front of a man tied to a chair wearing a blind fold.

I have a faint recollection of him saying he’s also the Gamma, something that I should be so proud of him for, but I can’t care about it right now. I move on autopilot and follow them, not even phased that Mase is still buck naked. He seems completely comfortable and unphased by it. I have to imagine he did that in some way to have a dick measuring contest with Javed. Most males would have at least put on shorts by now. Everytime I get a glimpse of his back I see the massive pack tattoo that pretty much takes up the entire thing. I know that all pack members get the emblem but females usually get tiny ones no bigger than a coaster. Jeez that had to hurt!

Malachi said and smiled at me. Marcus came toward me and we shook hands. The other man, Steve, stood next to James and he took out his rotary machine and laid his equipment neatly on the table next to the portable bed. When they finished with their equipment, they told us to lie down. The rotary machine made a soft whirring sound and Marcus started below my neck, in the middle of my spine. Each wolf pack had their own symbology and designs they used and tradition played a big role. The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo.

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.

Zella said, looking around Mike's room, her feet stepping forward deliberately closer to Mike's body. "My body is full of art, too. Do you want to see it?" Mike raised one eyebrow to look at Zella. "Show me." Zella moved her body away and saw Mike take off the black t-shirt on his body. Zella saw a rather large, blister-like scar under Mike's left rib. Mike also had a flower and butterfly tattoo under his right rib cage. He also likes a tribal tattoo on his chest. Zella's hand touched Mike's scar, and she was curious about the scar, which was quite large and left a mark.

She has a blonde buzzcut and at the nape of her neck was a tattoo that looked like a hybrid between a dragon and a wolf. "Like the tat?", she asked. She caught me staring; how embarrassing. I nod shyly as I wonder if she has a 3rd eye at the back of her head. "She should have one by now", the middle-aged man tells the rest." But-", he shifts his focus to me."This isn't just any ordinary tattoo".The look on my face must've been funny because he chuckles. He stands and moves closer to me."Where are my manners?".He brings out a hand."Call me Mike".I shake his large hand. They're rough and have about 2 or 3 hard calluses, They remind me of tree bark.

I was not trusting him fully. I looked at his moon shaped tattoo right over his left ribs. It was a weird tattoo with some signs. It was a half moon but the signs over it made a whole circle like a full moon. It did not look like some artistic tattoo but it looked like it was made for a purpose like representing something and moreover those signs looked normal but weirdly carrying other meanings. He saw me staring at his tattoo. "Don't worry. I am not associated with some weird ass cult or anything." He said with a laugh.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.