Moana Maui Tattoos Novels & Stories

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

“He never gave me a name. But the Moon Goddess… she gave me the perfect gift. He ruined me, Maia. Ruined me so good I couldn’t walk straight. I begged. I cried. I came so hard I blacked out.” Maia groaned and covered her ears. “Goddess save us… Well, hide the mark. Bathe. Your scent is thick, and your aura’s glowing like you’re in heat.” “Maybe I am,” Lunae whispered. “Maybe I still want more.” Her thighs clenched again. She could still feel his hand around her throat, the way he growled mine while he came deep inside her. Her breasts were sore from his mouth, her cunt still wet and open from the size of him.

" I will ask. Sergeant Sales' finger stopped swiping. Both of us frowned at the same time. "Wait, a tattoo. It's like a snake tattoo. Wrapped around his neck," Sergeant Sales replied. Tattoos? Snake tattoo? Wrapped around the neck? Suddenly my mind flew to The Club. I saw Maia there. Next to a customer with a snake tattoo on his neck. Is this Maia's customer? This is it! I can't be wrong.

He’s jittery. He tries to reach out for his cup of coffee, but then his big sleeve gets in the way and makes it spill all over the table. However, that’s not the worst thing that happened. His sleeve rolls back, revealing a very vivid tattoo—a tattoo that I have too. The phases of the moon. The insignia of Sangria Amori, the mark of Royals, known by everyone. Morgan glares at the tattoo. Then he slowly looks up at us. At me.

He looked at me briefly then back at my hand that was holding onto his. The biggest and clearer of the tattoos was on the back of his palm. It was drawn with dark ink that stood out on his well tanned dark hands. At first it looked like a sun rising in the horizon and glazing over a field with details of how it shines around it in tiny well drawn marks, I soon realized it was the sea the sun was rising on and not heaps in a field. "Solem Orientem Ghe Mari" I called out the foreign words written right under the tattoo of the sun and the sea. It sounded Latin or was it Italian?

I needed to feel him fill me. I looked down at his V-line. The old tattoo was still there. My name. Moana. In italics, just like the little flower. He had gotten it years ago, before everything fell apart, when we were young and stupid and burning. He had marked himself with my name and he had never removed it. It was still there, still dark, still permanent. "You still have it," I said.

Niklaus smiled as the crowd cheered. As we gathered for our Hawaiian Luau, a huge sign greeted us with the words 'Welcome home to Ohana MauLoa Islands.' Of course, everyone knew the truth - this was still Delacoix Islands. We just needed to keep a low profile for a few centuries. But I had grown fond of the new name, with its meaning of 'Family forever.' It resonated deeply with our values. I might just convince Niklaus to make the change permanent.

By dinner, I told my mom about LUAHU and she wished me the best of luck to find myself before I come back home. The next day, I followed their step by step guide on how to get to the island. It felt like I was on a scavenger hunt, a hunt for my peace of mind and healing. I went to the port by taxi and got on the boat heading to the Island of MAUI which was two hours from North Carolina. I fell asleep the entire ride and when I reached the Island of MAUI it was already ten in the morning. I asked the people who were working on the port if they had tickets to the island of LUAHU and thankfully there was only one boat heading to the small island. I bought the ticket and got on the boat where th

The maids soon wore pitiful countenances as they headed out to work. They all did expect one who couldn't stop herself from gaping at Thane. Her co-workers tried to snap her out of her constant gawking, but she paid less attention to them. He's shirtless with the expertly drawn tattoo of a moon visible to every seeing eyes. Someone might find it strange for a tattoo of the moon to be drawn. But, Thane loves it. Maybe it's because of his immense obsession of the moon at such a tender age. Thane took notice of the unfocused maid. A frown played on his lips as he glared intimidatingly at her.