Black Luna Moth Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

The mask hit the floor with a soft, almost insignificant sound. But to Luna, it echoed. It was loud, violent, and wrong. For a fraction of a second, she froze. It wasn’t visible and no one else would notice. But inside, everything stopped. Because she knew that symbol. Not vaguely, not distantly, but intimately. A black ink, curved like a broken spiral, cut through with three diagonal slashes, burned into the skin just below the ear. That's the mark of Black Helix.

I didn’t flinch. “Let me go, Rael, don’t do this.” “You think you can run?” I growled. “Where would you go, little human? They buried you.” The doors ahead opened. I could hear gasps and murmurs as the people bowed. The Luna was arriving. When Zara saw them, the torches, the robes, the wolf symbols etched into the stone she froze. “Please,” she whispered. “This is too much.” I turned to her, softer this time.

As the night light shone through the clouds, the river was glittering, the voice of the awakened Jack came stumbling to the river to see her mother. Before Jack could reach her mother, the Luna unexpectedly had a tear roll down her cheeks, a silent cry was heard by Jack. Jack approached her mother, hugging her and comforting her. And for a child that is only 2, she didn't cry but gave a brave and calming face to stop her mother's sadness. The Luna whispered into Jack's ear, “I am sorry my daughter, I have to go and when the time comes, you must carry out your duty, I know you won't understand what I am saying but when the time comes, everything would make sense, I love you.”

⸻ We found it that night. A circle of scorched ground deep in the forest. At its center—a symbol. Not a sigil. Not magic from our world. It was carved in bone ash. A wolf’s head, jaws split open with a crown of thorns between its teeth. And underneath? Words scorched in blood: THE BLACK LUNA RISES. Kael stared at me. “That’s her. She’s trying to make herself a goddess.” “No,” I said, voice shaking. “She already is.”

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

I slowly stood up from the floor and walked towards it as if I had been hypnotized by it, Like a moth to the fire. The warm glow of the moon engulfed me, embracing me in a warm embrace like wrapping me in a warm blanket. Being parentless all my life, the moon has always kept me company and warm on my cold, lonely nights for as long as I know. The only thing that kept me going and encouraged me to wait for a better tomorrow. Sigh, I looked back at my sleeping mate. "Is there any more reason for me to keep going now? Why do I have to have a mate?" I sighed, looking at the moon in dismay.

How on earth did she get involved with people like them? “I love you too much to let you go, Nicholas and I am going to make sure I become the Luna of our pack. You can try as much as you want but as long as Michelle is alive, then my safety is guaranteed. If you think I am lying, why don’t you try and hurt me and see her get hurt in the process. Here” she tilts her neck and pulls her clothes a little away from her neck and this is when I see a small tattoo there, a tattoo I have never noticed before.

How could this be? Werewolves? Was there such a thing? Arystyn looked at Alex, tell me more. Alex told her that once someone is attacked by a werewolf if it doesn't kill them it turns them into a werewolf, in her case a Luna. A Luna is a term for the subservient female werewolf. Oh Hell no! She wouldn't be subservient to any man! Arystyn had prided herself on being a strong independent woman and that wasn't going to change no matter what. What about Julianne? Did you find another young woman? Had Julianne been attacked and was she roaming the streets or was she dead? There was nobody else only you. Arystyn had to find her friend!

she warned before applying blue and silver designs to my face. She wasn't kidding. The paint was freezing against my skin. “Each symbol means something,” Elder Patricia explained as she worked. “The crescent moon on your forehead—wisdom. The wolf tracks on your cheeks—strength. The circles on your collarbone—the bond between Luna and Alpha.” I watched in the mirror as my face transformed into something ancient and powerful. Damn. I actually looked like a Luna. Before we headed to the ceremony, Christian pulled me into a private room. Then he dropped to his knees.

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.