Mazikeen Tattoo Novels & Stories

Malachi stands with me still straddling him as I run my hand through his brown hair. I let him put me down and stare at his body, taking my attention to the tattoo in the middle of his stomach that shows his birth year. I lead him to the bed, and he lays back, propping himself up with his elbows to keep his gaze on me. I spread his legs so I can fit my body between them and kneel, while my finger traces the tattoo that says 1994 on his torso. He shivers at my touch and he's already hard as a rock. I trail soft kisses along that same tattoo, thanking the Moon Goddess for creating such an exceptional creature. I unbuckle his pants and start to pull them down slowly while his heated gaze

The result was flawless. After I finished, I sat in the corner and watched with interest as Hector took his turn. He had decided to finish the sleeve on his right arm, while Jonathan had chosen to tattoo his shoulder in a tribal Maori design. The two deeply respected Maori culture and were thrilled to get traditional Maori tattoos. Jonathan's tattoo symbolized resilience, while Hector's represented strength and courage. After a few hours, we finished and returned to the pack house. When we pulled up, a few guards stood by the front door. After getting out of the car, one of them stepped towards us before we had the chance to walk up the stairs.

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.

He had his dad's charm and maybe something darker and evil than his dad that no one knew. Lucifer had many guys working under him; if his workers dared to double-cross him, they would pay with their lives. His guys all had to have a tattoo with the MF. Letters. Their tattoo was unique a dagger in a heart and thorns with dripping blood engraving MF. Some chose to wear it on their neck and arms, while others decided to have it tattooed across their chest. Joshua had a different type of tattoo, also mafia but chose to be unique, the same as his dad.

She finally fell back onto my chest, sighing. She mumbled softly, again something I didn't understand. "What did you say?" She smiled. "I'm sorry, just something in Masai. If we stay together I'll tell you. Right now, be happy I said it, even if you don't know what it is." She refused to say more. Changing the subject, I asked her about the tattoo she had on that cute little butt. "It's a Masai shield over crossed spears. It's the same design as the one on our national flag. What does yours mean?" she said, tracing the outline on my bicep.

You are guilty, Malik. Zafir: And because you are guilty, you must complete what Nasser started yourself, Malik. You will kill until the three cups are full. We will help you, and no one will be able to harm you or stop you from achieving your goal. Zafar approaches Malik, tears his shirt, and draws a large disc-shaped tattoo on his chest. A sun with stars on its edges, resembling the stars of the sky, and within it are six-pointed stars. Zafir says: This is the symbol of protection. You are now under the protection of the jinn, Malik.

The tattoos are beautiful and heartbreaking in their stories. Running my hand over the fairy’s face, I place a kiss on his shoulder and ask. “Is this…me?” Micah turns around to face me again. I can see a tick working his jaw as he gazes at me intently. At first, I don’t think he’s going to answer, but to my surprise, he grumbles out. “Yes, she’s you. And I’m…” He points to the familiar-looking savage man on his chest, then the dragon. “I’m both of them. I’m both the dragon and the man.” I want to ask why he has a tattoo of me on his back, but I can tell by his expression that he’s reluctant to talk about his tattoos. However, I can’t help but feel giddy emotions stir inside of me at the thou

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

“Yes, dear. This one and all the others were done by a very special wolf. A wise man of the forest. But these tattoos are not like those of humans. You only receive one if the goddess desires it. And you cannot choose what is tattooed. The goddess shows the wise man, and he only engraves what is destined.” Mia bit her lower lip, hesitant. “Could I... could I get one?” Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise. He scratched his head, clearly taken aback by the request. “Honey... I don't think your mother would like that idea very much.” “But Mom's not here,” Mia replied with a mischievous smile, for the first time since last night. Owen let out a low laugh, but his gaze was still concerned.

Makaila concluded as she took the tray of extra large pizza and drinks and walked to their table. "Took you long enough." Bethany snorted. Makaila ignored her again and that seemed to anger Bethany. Makaila placed the tray on their table. Bethany took her diet coke and made it slip so that it could pour on Makaila's cloths. Makaila gasp and quickly stepped back. The Coke also poured on her sneakers. They were her only pair of shoes. She was so frustrated, she almost started crying, in fact beads of tears were already coming out of her eye.