Moana Maui Tattoos Novels & Stories

The most appalling part was that there was a massive tattoo etched onto his chest. It was of a sturdily built monkey with its fangs bared and claws brandished. “Hanuman. The people of Thailand believe in the God of Strength, Hanuman.” Juan immediately realized that Thailand’s mana talisman tattoos always had a strong meaning, and the Hanuman tattoo symbolized power. Juan had never believed in the so-called mana talisman tattoos. Even when Waltier brought in the most well-known monk of Thailand to etch the love locker tattoo for him and Mona, Juan was of the opinion that it was an odd superstition.

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.

A boldly written tattoo covers the left side of his chest. I read the dark ink marring his skin. Malakai. My name. When I meet his gaze, my heart feels like it is going to tear apart. I swallow at the hard lump in my throat. I don't care, I never asked him to do anything for me. The tattoos are not the only changes, are those nipple rings?! I stare at the silver piercing that protrudes from each nipple, which somehow makes his body more attractive. "You wanna taste them?" Pierce smirks and I flush.

"If I could, I would in a heartbeat. Have you seen how drop dead gorgeous you really are tonight? Thank God my instinct wasn't wrong to come after you." "You don't look bad yourself." Don Ortega wore white short-sleeves shirt that revealed the large black mamber snake tatoed on his left hand. To others, it instilled fear, but soomehow, Ravenna found it attractive. "I like your tattoo. It looks really nice." "Really, you like it?" With shock in his eyes, as Raven trailed the tattoo with her middle finger, sending shivers down his spine. "Of course I love it...whats there not to like?" The hotel's choiced meals were spread across the table.

Flashback to this morning: I woke up in Kai's arms, as I had every morning since we mated. His warmth and his scent engulfing me. I studied his gorgeous face. Tan skin pulled over high, perfectly symmetrical cheek bones. Thick, sculpted eyebrows. Straight nose. Plump pink lips. His head crowned with dark hair, shaved on the sides and longer on top. He was gorgeous. His shoulders were broad and mascular. His impressive eight pack and imposing strength. Perhaps it was because his body was so close to steel, that he failed to notice my stony one. I even liked the tattoos that covered the majority of his torso. His back, his chest, his upper arms and up his neck. They suited him. In fact, they r

Why would he give me a tattoo and just left me like that. "It's all my fault. How could I befriend a bat." I cursed myself. When my mother called me for breakfast, i didn't refuse but I could feel the meals smelling so awful to me. I sensed that something was wrong with me, my mother always prepared the best meals with the most delicious aroma ever. "Is it possible that the magical tattoo is trying to control me?" I asked myself." No please friend, this can't be happening to me. Don't let your tattoo control me, do something and stop this please." I cried out in my thoughts.

Monique was waiting for me along with a tattoo artist, hired from the outside; a woman who was not surprised at all to see us nude. Monique said, "Have a seat in the chair. I'm going to secure you to it so you can't move. Since you're being tattooed near your cunt, it will be painful and we don't want you to move. We do the same thing for piercings, to get an ideal piercing. We've used this artist before. She's very good. Give her the design you wish to have done."

Moana's wary eyes mirrored all the fear and uncertainty that I felt—the responsibilities weighing in on us. Gobsmacked, I just drew her into my arms, enclosing her thin frame with my own limbs, touching but not clutching. Our lips smashed together in a sudden, desperate, bursting kiss; all that was above was forgotten. There was only the heat of two bodies touching, the rhythm of their hearts beating together in tenuous harmony. Moana's hand brushed up my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my face so softly it belied the harsh reality that was soon to be a part of our lives. "I'm scared, Theophilus," she whispered above the hum of activity, hardly above audibility.

His bare chest gleams in the moonlight. For the first time, I'm able to get a good look at the tattoo on his bicep. I reach out and touch it. It's done entirely in black ink, and when I tilt my head, I can just make out the swirling letters. "Mona Catherine," I read. "My mom." He gives a sad smile. "I know it's cheesy. At least I managed to talk myself out of putting her name in a heart." "I think it's beautiful." I trace the ink with my finger. "Is this the only one you have?"

I just shrugged and looked around the shop. I left Luke there and looked around at the walls where their designs were displayed. I will admit, their proposed samples for tattoos are great. There's Tribal or Polynesian tattoos that's inspired by the numbers of indigenous communities' beliefs and culture. There's Japanese that I believe is very rare these days, as well as the American traditional. I was also amazed with the samples of their Realism tattoos. Along with them are the New School and Watercolor which I think has something in common, they just look a little bit alike but you'll see the difference if you'll look at it closely.