Moana Maui Tattoos Novels & Stories

When I realized I was already descending the steps and I was barely a meter from this majestic God of the seas, I stopped to look at his neck, I went down his back and concentrated on his tattoo, there was a kind of school of fish swimming, some hammerhead sharks, some dolphins, rays, corals. It was a whole marine scene that left my mouth open, it had too many details, too many colors, the tattoo rose from the lower area of ​​her belly to the middle of her back, it was a beautiful work of art that, together with her splendid physique, made of the set something simply worth seeing, I continued detailing her back and continued to her buttocks.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

"Ooh thanks, Miss Kierra" "Does it have a meaning" "Not really, it's just a fancy tattoo. When I went to a tattoo shop I picked it because I liked the simplicity. It reminds me of our god the Moon Goddess" "That's lovely. A crown on a moon. It's a nice one. I can see that you are really faithful to her to even get a tattoo that reminds you of her " I said " Yeah I am" "I'll go back to the house to get prepared, I'll be waiting for you"

He had his chest and packs tattooed and his hands and neck were covered with tattoos that would entice a woman run to his bed and spread out her legs so wide for him to drill her to dry. He looked more of a hot mafia don that every crazy lady out there would want her ovaries making his babies. That's how hot Jayden is right now. Then his phone buzzed. Jayden looked over at it on the bedside table. The screen lit up. He leaned down and picked it up. One new message from Cynthia. His jaw tightened. He sighed and shook his head. “Not this morning,” he muttered. He hissed through his teeth and dropped the phone back on the bed without replying. His mood shifted a little, like a cloud had passed

It was transformed into the world of Moana, Claire’s favorite cartoon character. Bright turquoise drapes hung like ocean waves across the ceiling, and seashell decorations sparkled under the lights. A giant backdrop of Moana standing bravely by the sea was set against the wall behind the cake table. Balloons in blue, white, and coral pink floated everywhere, and paper palm trees stood in the corners, giving the hall the feeling of an island paradise.

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.

The warmth of his touch spread through my body before racing straight into the silver mark hidden beneath my scarf. He slowly turned my hands over, his thumbs brushing across the angry bruises left behind by the silver shackles the night before. “What happened to your hands, Moana?”

“The shaman told me that he felt Maeve’s energy when I and Cora came to the pack, Noah said he wanted to find the last witch and I noticed a butterfly tattoo on Cora’s neck after the incident.” “Maeve used her powers to embed a spell in that tattoo, that’s why Cora can’t remember what happened. Maeve must have told Cora her plans but will not let her expose them,” she says. “Is there a way to remove the tattoo?” I ask. “No, only Maeve can remove it and it is dangerous to leave the tattoo there, it will soon destroy Cora if it’s not removed.” “What are the things at stake if the tattoo is not removed?”

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

Leona asks. “Tattoo.” she repeats. “Do you know what it means?” “Uhm-“ Leona drawls. “It means to mark something, doesn’t it?” Violet guesses, and Liviana nods. “By the Tahitian definition, yes,” Livi says. “But in Samoan, it means open wound.” Leona tilts her head. “And why do you know that, exactly?” She asks.