Moana Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

while inside was a series of children’s names, all also written in crayon -- some of the letters were backwards, and the warm thank-yous were often misspelled. For a moment, I forgot all about my strife with Moana as I looked down at the card and imagined each of the children taking extreme care to write their names and their little messages, and although I would never admit it to anyone, I was touched. I glanced up at Sophia then, who was still beaming at me, but something else caught my eye over her shoulder as I noticed Moana. Her red hair cascaded down her back, and the black dress she wore hugs her curves, although not nearly as perfectly as the sky blue dress she wore the other day at

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.”

She finally fell back onto my chest, sighing. She mumbled softly, again something I didn't understand. "What did you say?" She smiled. "I'm sorry, just something in Masai. If we stay together I'll tell you. Right now, be happy I said it, even if you don't know what it is." She refused to say more. Changing the subject, I asked her about the tattoo she had on that cute little butt. "It's a Masai shield over crossed spears. It's the same design as the one on our national flag. What does yours mean?" she said, tracing the outline on my bicep.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

He handed it to me. "It is just a gift, a pendant. It is not a family heirloom or something. I just wanted to get it for you, a piece of me you can hold on to." I narrowed my eyes and was hesitant at first. I took it from him and opened it. The pendant felt familiar, it reminded me of the animation Moana. It felt like a priceless jewel hidden at the center of the pendant. It was so blue, like the sea. I felt closer to the sea, it represented peace and home.

He whispered her name again, reverent, desperate, as though it alone could anchor her. “Raya…” Her wet hair clung in silken strands against her glowing skin, every lock shimmering with threads of ocean light. Her eyes,no longer purely wolf but rimmed with iridescent sapphire rings,caught his breath and caged it in his throat. Bioluminescent markings curved along her arms and throat, pulsing in rhythm with her song. The tail, long and scaled in deep obsidian tipped with glimmering teal, arched behind her like a crown born of the sea itself.