Moana Tattoo Novels & Stories

We shared the food that was brought and fed our growing babies. "What do you want to have," I asked him curiously as I ate a chicken leg. He paused mid chew and said a girl and a boy would be appropriate and I nodded my head and glanced at his tattoos. Kaimana noticed and told me that we would exchange tattoos instead of rings during our wedding and that was the nymphs way to express their love. The tattoos were placed over the left pectoral to signify the heart. "So come up with an amazing design, Hoka," he grinned and I nodded, already planning a classic one in my mind. Kaimana turned to me and looked at me with complete seriousness.

It looked more like a tattoo than a marking. Just behind my right shoulder, there was a black tribal crescent moon, with the outline of a wolf howling at a moon in the tattoo. It was no bigger than an inch and a half, but it looked huge as I looked at it. I never put much thought into the mark the Alpha King had on his wrist, but now that I carried it, I wondered if it was a marking from the Moon Goddess. “I don’t think I can do this.” I whispered as my attention stayed on the mark.

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.

“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.

"The tattoo behind your ear, that's to cover the mark my daughter gave you, right? It's not really to cover it, but to bind it. You've also marked Noreen. I saw it behind Noreen's ear." Thiery stared at Maria intently. "You... Which pack are you from, Ma'am?" Maria opened the long sleeve of her blouse, revealing a tattoo of a moon with a lightning bolt crossing it on the inside of her arm, just below the elbow. "Ah," Thiery said. "I see."

A steady anchor in a world that kept shifting beneath me. Moana watched him with a curious sadness. “He cares for you.” I ignored the comment. “Moana,” I said slowly, “why did you ask who did this to me earlier. My bruises and exhaustion. Did someone tell you something.” She hesitated. “No. I asked because I know Mother. She likes to weaken what she plans to break. She likes to wound her prey before trading it.” My breath trembled. Kade squeezed my knee gently. Moana stepped closer as if to confess one last thing. “Pearl. The reason I am so desperate to reach you is because Mother left this land some nights ago. She went to meet that man again. And she did not return alone.”

But that wretched D'Angelo would no doubt be back by daybreak. "I think I have an idea," Moana said at last, "Just straddle his hips, get his rod inside you, and then ride it. There will be pain until your maidenhead breaks, but then it should not hurt so much. Just imagine yourself riding a horse-, stop blushing, Mistress." "I'm not." Moana tried to hide a smile as she said, "You will likely adjust to his method as soon as you are seated. Just remember, his rod needs some kind of movement to give up its seed, and you must provide that movement if he can't."

Keely hip-checked Indy and whispered, “So now that Domini is officially a McKay, let’s figure out where you’re gonna tattoo her.” “What? I have to get a tattoo?” “Ssh. India has tattooed all the women who’ve married into the McKay family with the McKay cattle brand. It’s something we started with AJ.” Keely grinned. “Since we didn’t throw a bachelorette party before AJ’s wedding, we had a private tattoo party afterward at Indy’s new studio. Channing and Macie’s brands are ‘tramp stamps’ on their lower backs. Mine is on my hip. Indy did hers on the inside of her left thigh last year. Skylar’s is on her shoulder.

I’m truly blessed. An hour later, the house was bustling with people. The event organisers and the catering company for Alaia’s birthday party setting everything up before family and friends arrive to celebrate our daughter's first birthday with us. The house was decorated to perfection, Hawaiian style. Everywhere I looked, I saw Moana and Maui and pictures of Laia we took of her growing up. Her birthday cake was four tiers, blue and white with shells, resembling the ocean with a chocolate mould of baby Moana sitting on the top.

It was a one-of-a-kind just like she was. I took it from the case and waited for her to pull her hair up for me. It looked beautiful on her. “The two rings, amber and green, represent you and Moira. They overlap perfectly just like when you’re both present. Zen and I wanted you to know that no matter where you are, you’re with us,” I told them. Then I showed her the matching tattoo on my forearm. Their names were inscribed on the rings. Tears welled up in her eyes as her finger traced the tattoo. Her soft lips pressed a kiss there before leaving a chaste kiss on my own.