Black Moon Lilith Tattoo Studio Novels & Stories

The shop smelled like green soap, ink, and the faint metallic bite of the machines. Lila sat in the client chair long after the last walk-in had left. Twenty-three. Preacher’s daughter. The stencil on her left ribcage was a simple thorned vine curling under her breast—her first tattoo, chosen in secret, paid for in cash. She had told her father she was staying with a friend from the community college. The lie still sat bitter on her tongue.

His hands were still tucked into his pocket and his eyes scrutinized the lady in front of him. The lady, Lilith, had caramel brown hair and skin. Her eyes were a deep blue color and her skin was spotless. Her skin glimmered under the bright shining moon, giving off the aura of a seductive goddess. She was truly a beauty and could melt even the coldest of hearts, to succumb to her will. She wore a deep black coat that covered her body, all the way to her knees. Her eyes were filled with a burning desire and not any kind of desire but they were filled with the desire to kill.

I looked behind him to see a set of identical twins on each of his sides, the only thing differentiating them both being the 'A' tattoo on one's neck and the longer hair he had. "It's Vittoria Bellucci not fucking Lilith." I hissed at him making him chuckle a bit, I heard annoyance dripping from my tone from hearing the nickname I hated the most roll off his tongue so easily. "Must be a lucky day for me," Roman replied ignoring the correction and stepping closer to me. "What the fuck are you doing here, you're interrupting me," I said to him, my eyes never leaving his.

“As far as I know, the only tattoos I have on my body are the one from the EBEE, which can only be seen under blacklight, and the one from the werepanther clan.” Louis got up and walked to a closet at the back of the room. “Under black light? Think I want to see it unless it’s somewhere only Frank should see?” “Nah it’s fine.” “Do you also have one like that, from the CMMA?” said Frank to Sebastian.

“Are you trying to blackmail us into fucking you, Lilith Cruz?” Another dry laugh escapes her lips. She flips her dark hair in one annoying motion as she shakes her head. “Look at me, Malachi HawkThorne,” Lilith steps away from my table and stands on her own. “I make men kneel for a taste of me. Which is one of the reasons you three have kept me here for so long. This body has gotten me into rooms with powerful men, got the job done for you,” I watch as her face slowly twists into a frown.

The machine hummed like a restless heartbeat, the needle gliding across skin as Ayla Cross filled the curve of a raven’s wing with black ink. The smell of antiseptic and cedar oil wrapped around her, the familiar perfume of creation. Outside, rain streaked the windows of The Runed Den, her little shop tucked between a pawn store and a bakery that stayed open too late.

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.

(Locator) "The compass will lead you to him and you can inform him of his parents' plot." "Thank you, Pari." Pari smiles nodding, she waved as she left. Lilith looked down at the compass, it was pointing forward, she sighed, following it. She looked at the walls that were painted, black as were the floors, but not as fully painted like the walls as there was a red rug that went down the halls. The designer was really going for an evil theme, Mara said, Lilith agreed silently. She stopped in front of a big door, she didn't have a chance to knock as the door opened by itself.

“No matter what they say, no matter what they fear, remember you are mine, Raven Blackthorne. You are my Luna, my equal, my everything and I’ll fight anyone who dares say otherwise.” Raven's throat tightened, tears stinging her eyes as she moved to slowly kiss him. But peace never lasted. That night, as the Riders celebrated on the far side of the stronghold, a shadow stood through the forest edge, as a figure cloaked in ash stood watching the clearing, eyes burning with hatred. Lilith. Her hand curled into a fist, nails cutting into her palm.

A tall, dark figure stepped into view. Lilith. The maids instantly froze. One dropped the tray. The other backed away in silence. She wore a long black cloak, her eyes glowing purple. Her smile was sharp, dangerous, and full of secrets. Lilith moved like smoke, eyes glowing faintly purple, her hands hidden beneath her long black cloak. She didn’t speak. Just stared at Lunae with a smile that dripped venom. Lilith didn’t speak. She walked straight to the bars and reached inside.