Moana With Tattoos Novels & Stories

“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.

He looked at me as though I was faking my feelings. “Are you done with your drama? Or whatever the fuck that is?” he smirked, “you’ve ruined the fun” he retorted, standing up straight and pulling both his sleeve higher up his arm, his arms were covered with tattoos, these are new? The last time I saw Mateo he had just one, his mother’s name on his left shoulder. Every pattern of his tattoos was unique, there was a phoenix on his left arm, but it was bathed in blood, what could be the story behind that I wondered.

Malachi stands with me still straddling him as I run my hand through his brown hair. I let him put me down and stare at his body, taking my attention to the tattoo in the middle of his stomach that shows his birth year. I lead him to the bed, and he lays back, propping himself up with his elbows to keep his gaze on me. I spread his legs so I can fit my body between them and kneel, while my finger traces the tattoo that says 1994 on his torso. He shivers at my touch and he's already hard as a rock. I trail soft kisses along that same tattoo, thanking the Moon Goddess for creating such an exceptional creature. I unbuckle his pants and start to pull them down slowly while his heated gaze

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.

Lina asked, coming closer. “It’s not the same,” Kai corrected. He pointed. “Noah has a moon on his hand and a crescent on his lap. But Sienna has a crescent on her hand and a moon on her lap.” My throat went dry. I couldn’t find words. “I’ve had these tattoos since I was a kid,” I whispered. “But they look like they were drawn by the same person,” Lian said, his voice steady. Everyone nodded in agreement. “How come you’re just noticing this?” Rosa’s voice cut in, and we all turned to her.

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.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

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?”

Arabella's POV “Challenge accepted!” Moana’s perfectly arched brows shot up, her painted lips curling into a smug smirk. Before I could even process her words, she lunged at me, her freshly manicured nails extended like claws. The speed of her attack caught me off guard, and I barely managed to dodge. I felt the sharp sting as her nails grazed my neck. “Did you just try to scratch me?” I yelped, my fingers instinctively touching the spot. I could feel the faint sting where she’d left her mark. “What are you, a sly little kitten?”

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.