Mazikeen Tattoo Novels & Stories

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.

She was trying to appease me and mend a bond that had broken so long ago. "Would you do it again, if you had a choice?" Malakai watched me for a second longer. Poured himself another glass of scotch and dumped the empty bottle in the bin behind the counter. As he stretched over it, I could see the start of a tattoo on his side. The ink looked like branches of a tree, wrapped around the front of him. He settled back into his seat. And I could breathe again. Because my mind also caught the start of a V-line and it would be hard to forget.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

His abs looked perfect and dreamy, and his broad chest was to die for. 'Malek wished he looked like this,' I thought. "What do you want to do?" I asked as I saw him trying to get up. I removed my eyes as I saw the 555 and beast head tattoo drawn on his back. And I immediately moved to support him, by allowing him to lean on my breasts.

"Because I'm not from a wealthy family. So, it has to be kept secret until an undetermined time." "Oh, like a caste difference in a soap opera, huh?" Fachri nodded. "But, Rin, your name is Airin. Why does the tattoo say 'M'?" "Tattoo?" Airin looked confused, reviewing the photo she took two weeks ago. Her eyebrows furrowed when she confirmed Fachri's statement. M, whose initial was engraved on Zidan's wrist? Surely, that initial was related to someone very special to him. "You didn't notice that your boyfriend has that tattoo?"

This one's a simple wardrobe. Zeke shuffles through a pile of clothes and pulls over his head a grey crewneck tee. His back is to me throughout. I can't take my eyes away from the Celtic symbol of water tattooed boldly on his back. It's fierce and makes him appear a thousand times hotter. I face-palm myself mentally for the umpteenth time. This mark proves him to be a legacy, so why didn't he walk up to Moon Wood as a child and show them who he truly is? Why wait until now? "Mad? I'm not mad at you." He limps for a second while moving away from the closet and immediately, I glance at his knee. The shorts stop right above it, but I can't find a scar, and it baffles me.

Olivia gasped, wrapping Enzo in her arms, shielding him with her body. From the shadows, a group of men emerged like ghosts. Weapons drawn. Eyes cold. Predators who had patiently stalked their prey. The man at the helm stepped forward—a tall, imposing figure with a four-leaf clover tattooed on his left cheekbone. His smirk dripped mockery, as if the entire scene amused him. “How are we doing this evening, ma’am?” he asked with feigned politeness, his dark eyes gleaming with malice. “What’s the rush?”