Mazikeen Tattoo Novels & Stories

Warning: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex, pain/pleasure dynamics. 18+ only. 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.

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

His annoyance increased even more when he was worried about Mariposa who was sulking at him. He furiously entered the Alpha Mouhiere Empire. He hurriedly went inside his room. He tried to contact the woman but she could not be contacted, he got even angrier. "Ezekiel, come in here," he shouted at the man. He entered immediately. "Yes sir? I'm here. Someone is sending you a gift. I haven't opened it yet because it might be special for you." "Give me alcohol and drug. I want to get rid of bad luck in my life. This day is annoying!"

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.

This was the number of people that Keagan could gather in such a short time. However, Nessa had never seen all of these people. “No.” She shook her head and then described the other men that she saw. “…he was bulkier and had a tattoo on his neck.” “A tattoo?” Keagan raised his brows. It was almost impossible to tattoo a shifter due to their healing ability; most of the tattoos wouldn’t last for long. “I don’t know what kind of tattoo, but I am sure his neck was inked.” Keagan nodded and then patted her head. “Good job for recognizing the details.” He then made another phone call to his beta and told him about the tattoo.

he said as he lifted up the arm of his shirt to reveal a small red mark. It was a lightning bolt sort of shape with flames around it. It made perfect sense, it symbolized exactly how the heat and electricity had surged through my body so many times. Damien looked over at Mason, urging him to show his own mark. Mason obliged and stood up from the couch. I watched as he lifted his t-shirt, then began to pull down his jeans a little bit. I blushed remembering our magnetic encounters, and he grinned at me in response. He lowered his jeans a little more, while his eyes were burning into my own. He looked down indicating for me to follow his gaze. I looked down and there it was, the same mark as D

The massages helped him relax and I was happy to know that I still have my skills. "Should I take off my shirt? It would be better that way, don't you think?" He asked rhetorically and didn't even wait for my reply before getting rid of the shirt in a minute. I was instantly met with a back filled with different tattoos in black and red inks. He had a tattoo of a gun, an eagle and a dying red rose. I unconsciously traced the eagle but I immediately took my hand off his back when I got a hold of myself. "What are you waiting for? Start massaging." He snapped and I started once again.

"No, we never got the chance to date her. Dad said no, we failed. We had to accept it." Why did I feel happy hearing that? I smiled inwardly. Being jealous was so irrational of me. But I couldn't help it. I'm just a woman. "Er...have you ever shared the same woman before?" I asked as Kazimir turned his back to get a shirt from the cabinet, giving the view of his back. My mouth hung open seeing the tattoo on his back. The face of the tiger adorned his entire back with intricate details of the design showcasing the strength and power associated with the majestic creature. I was fixated.

“Well, I was just curious. Nice tattoo you’ve got there, though.” “It’s not a tattoo, dummy.” She wrinkled her nose. “How do I explain this? Well… it’s a birthmark from the Moon Goddess herself. A sign of a great relationship, and the presence of a gift from the Lords above. Rare, mum told me.” Azzez had stared at it a second longer, committing every curve and shade to memory, before promising quietly, “I won’t tell a soul.” The promise still echoed in his head as the memory shattered.

"The suppressant worked. Her eyes are back to brown, and the shimmer is gone. But Malakai... look at her arm." ​She pulled back the girl’s sleeve. Tucked just above the elbow was a faded, blue-ink tattoo. Not a name, not a drawing. A series of digits and a barcode. ​L-07. ​"Legacy Seven," I muttered, a cold fury settling into my marrow. "They aren't even giving them names anymore."