Black Moon Lilith Tattoo Studio Novels & Stories

“I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.” With a low roar, the familiar black shadow surged around us, wrapping us tightly. That night promised to be long. The comments had their say: “I shouldn’t have come! Should I pay to watch this?” “Forever? What a supreme vow!” “This love is just too swoon-worthy!” “Is this the finale? I refuse! I need the epilogue! I want to see the little beast!” … Three years later. The Nightshade Tattoo Studio was still open, though Henry rarely handled the machines himself anymore unless I wanted a tattoo.

The loud music upstairs faded into a distant vibration beneath my feet while the lighting grew dimmer with every hallway we passed through. Black walls, dark marble floors, soft golden lights built into the ceiling. Everything down here felt colder. Private. My heels clicked against the floor as nervousness slowly twisted tighter in my stomach. Who the hell would be asking for me after one shift? And why did it have to happen in a basement like the beginning of a crime documentary? Lilith finally stopped in front of a large black door at the end of the hallway. She turned toward me calmly. “Go inside.” I stared at her. “That’s it? You’re not coming with me?”

Hot stripes landed on my skin, marking me. Grim pulled out of my pussy and pushed into my ass instead, making me take the swap without mercy. The sudden change made me sob with pleasure. Jax replaced him in my cunt. Double stuffed again, even rougher now. “You’re going to wear our cum home,” Lila said sweetly, crouching beside me and stroking my hair while I got railed. “And tomorrow we start the real tattoos. Big letters right above this sloppy cunt — ‘Collective Property.’”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

His beautiful, golden face was a mask of terror, and I drank that fear like aged whiskey. Lilith turned toward us, and I felt my heart stop for an actual second. Her eyes were black. Not dark brown. Not some metaphor for darkness. Pure, absolute black like the void between stars, and her skin was pale as moonstone with veins of shadow pulsing beneath the surface. She was trembling—shaking so hard I could see it from fifty feet away—but it wasn't from fear. It was from the high. The kind of high that comes from killing something that thought it was untouchable.

Something that will completely change his life. Taking a closer look at the silver pattern again, William noticed a small depression in the center of the interweaving of lines and bent down to look at it carefully. It was a drawing of a black moon, to the bottom of which was attached a small cross - a symbol of Lilith, the ancient goddess. Holding his breath, William touched the sign. The fingers, as if on a whim, pressed into the center of the symbol. There was a click, and the metal branches slowly, as if reluctantly, spread to the sides. William straightened up and looked at the view.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I swear I'll not betray you." "You'll tell us everything." I cut her off. "Every detail about your sister. About Black Moon's facility. About what you know and what you've been told. No more secrets. No more deals. You're with us completely or you're not with us at all." "I'm with you. I swear. I'll tell you everything." Lila wiped her face. "The facility is near the eastern border. About thirty miles from here. It's underground. Hidden beneath an old mining operation. Black Moon uses it for testing. For experiments. For keeping people he wants to break."

Elias replied. Meanwhile, beneath the Black Spire… Far from the cliffs, in a darkened chamber beneath the ruins of the Black Spire, Theron stood before a stone basin filled with black flame. Across the room, Lilith paced slowly, her hood drawn back, her silver-white hair falling around a face that looked too calm for the chaos brewing outside. “She’s stronger than I expected,” Theron said, watching the fire. “The child was unexpected, but not unwelcome.” Lilith smirked. “Don’t flatter yourself. That child isn’t your concern.”

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."