Constellation Tattoos Novels & Stories

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

The constellations on the walls projected visions of cosmic revelations waiting to be discovered. As Victoria and Alexander traversed the celestial landscapes, a celestial nexus appeared on the cosmic horizon. The symbols on the walls guided them towards this nexus, indicating a convergence point where the celestial energies resonated in their purest form. The constellations aligned with the nexus, creating a cosmic tapestry that shimmered with the interconnected destinies of the astral realms.

A new constellation shimmered into being above them, faint but distinct: three intersecting rings of light, bound at the center by a single star. The world had taken note of what had been forged here. Selene turned her gaze skyward, the reflected glow painting her features in silver and blue. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Mirra followed her gaze, her expression soft. “It’s alive again.” Ronan tilted his head, studying the constellation’s shape. “Three circles,” he murmured, his voice reverent. “Bound at the center.” Selene smiled faintly. “Like us.”

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

Every time Crystal had painted something against the starry night sky, they were the same stars in each of them. It was easy to assume that was her impression of the stars—it wasn’t easy to find a relationship unless you were looking for a pattern. And this particular pattern was tattooed on my torso. It was the same constellation—Lyra. The very constellation my sister was named after. I didn’t know Mama knew so much about stars. There were many names related to stars that she could have given my sister but knowing her, there was a very high chance she researched what constellation was in the sky that night if she wanted to give her daughter a meaningful name.

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.

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

"These symbols, which I initially thought were just decoration, turned out to be the key." She enlarged one section. "This," she said, pointing to a series of dots connected by thin lines, "Is the Constellation of the Bearded Dragon. And this one, opposite it, is the Twin Tortoise Cluster." Rayden frowned. "I've never heard of those names." "Of course you haven't," Kara replied, a flicker of a triumphant smile on her lips. "Because both are star formations that can never be seen from Earth's sky. They are only visible from another part of the galaxy, according to ancient astronomical texts that were dismissed as myth."