Mazikeen Tattoo Novels & Stories

that's what I'm best at doing. "Okay so here's the thing, if anyone ask who we are, just say you came to pick up your bosses stuffs,now the main thing is to take down any person with a scorpion tattoo on the wrist or neck, those guys have some shitty business that they're on for. This old billionaire is coming through that harbour any time from now, and they plan on assassinating him, all the security guards on the dock is for us so you have nothing to worry about, so as soon as the ship reaches here, shoot anyone you see with the tattoo, got it?", Tonia asked. We nodded.

“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.

Somehow, I had arrived back here. He stood, annoyed. “I am sorry, but no autographs right now,” he snapped. “The security guards should have told you. This is my private time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare.” With a guttural roar, I leapt right for his throat. I felt my incisor teeth expanding. The pain was horrible. But the hunger was worse. I sank my teeth in deeply. He screamed. But too late. My teeth sank deep into his veins. I drank.

The aroma of roasting maize and fresh mandazi drifted up from the roadside stalls, mingling with the crisp, clean air left behind by the seasonal rains. ​Adrian stood near the edge of the roof, his hands resting lightly on the concrete ledge. He wore a simple linen shirt, its sleeves pushed up past his elbows to reveal the woven black cord on his left wrist. The cool morning breeze brushed against his back, where the skin beneath his shirt still throbbed with the faint, healing heat of the fresh midnight-black ink. The geometric compass tattoo was permanent now—a physical receipt of his chosen path, etched into his skin by the only person who had ever truly seen beneath his armor.

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

Monic dropped to her knees right there on the cool concrete floor of the private room, her freshly tattooed skin still tingling from the long session and the intense orgasm that had ripped through her only minutes earlier. The colorful roses and twisting thorns now bloomed vividly across her lower back and curved seductively over her hip bone, a permanent mark that Maven had carved into her body with his hands and his filthy words. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. His cock strained heavily against the front of his jeans, the thick bulge begging to be freed. She could see the outline of it clearly, long and heavy, and the sight made her mou

Since childhood, our parents made sure that we formed a bond, tighter than mere friendship, so that we can rely on each other as we fulfill our destinies… That is, to do greater things for all werewolves --- for everyone with ties to the wolf blood. I shake my head to keep myself from dozing off. I’m feeling light-headed and I’m worried that whatever herbal treatment Zerdan is concocting will put me to sleep. “Alpha Zerdan, I don’t think I can go for my wolf run tonight. I feel drained and exhausted. If I pass out, just go ahead with the tattoo. I’d like to have it before I leave this house in the morning.” “That’s no problem. Just make sure you sleep on your back so that I can freely tattoo

Kazal couldn’t make use of the darkness, but he could at least perceive the stature of the figure in front of him. His physique is that of a wolf beastmen; a tall and toned body with the presence of a pair of ears above the head and a long, bushy tail at the back. Just by knowing that the presence in his sight bears a resemblance to one of the races in Hazaris was enough to be a source of relief. At the very least, he knew that the place he was currently in was almost the same as his original place. Maybe he was stranded in the part of his world where he hadn’t discovered yet? Though, the lack of Mana in the surroundings is a worthy cause of a wonder. Kazal’s ears perked when he heard other