Moana Tattoo 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”

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.

I looked at Moana. She didn't look down at the crag lord with hatred, nor did she flinch at the sight of eighty silver-tipped pikes gleaming in the pale winter light. She raised her right hand, her bare palm open to the sky, the raw cut across her skin completely healed into a thin, silver scar that pulsed with a faint, golden light. "Blow the caps," she commanded softly. Kaelen didn't hesitate. He struck a flint against the iron wedge, a single, brilliant spark catching the end of the hemp fuse. The fire raced down into the granite crack with a sharp, hissing snap, disappearing into the dark heart of the ice shelf.

Her makeup was done lightly because she wasn't fond of makeup. Liara looked at Moana, who was wearing a thin spaghetti strap dress of golden color, reaching just before her knee, matching with a beautiful gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant on her neck. Since she didn’t get her ear pierced, so she didn’t have to wear earrings. Her short hair, reaching her shoulder, was kept open, which Doctor Sara had cut an hour ago.

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.

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.

He has a Maori tattoo on his face that's called a Ta Moko. "This is a story set back in my tribe. My tribe valued all life in the forest, especially the wolves. They were strong and powerful, something we aspire to be. They were our constant reminder to stay strong, especially for the ones we loved. 70 years ago, there was a woman named, Aroha with a great calling set upon her life. She was to become a great female warrior. She was betrothed to the top warrior of her tribe, Kingii. It was a great honour. As the day came to prepare for her marriage, a visiting tribe came to set business with her father, the chief. The visiting tribe's chief, named Mana, laid his eyes on the female warrior. An

Mom with her wild auburn hair whipping in the wind, Dad grinning beside her, and me as a gangly teenager, my arms wrapped around a much younger Aofie. They looked so alive, so unbreakable. A perfect family portrait, or so I'd always thought. I stared at the photo under the dim bulb's flickering glow, my breath catching. My eyes lingered on Mom's wrist, where a bracelet of seashells partially obscured her skin. I squinted, tilting the photo closer to the light. There, peeking out from beneath the shells, was a tattoo — a bold, stylized letter V, etched in delicate black ink, the lines curving like a serpent's tail.

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

"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"