Constellation Tattoos Novels & Stories

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

After things cleared up with mate, life went on as it seems. Mate and I mated that night and now I have a beautiful mark on my neck. The wolf looking up to the moon was just so stylish. I don't even know how to express how unique the mark is. Dylan and Diana have yet to mate. It was kinda disappointed especially since I saw how close they are every day. What the hell is Dylan waiting for?! 4 months have passed since the day I returned "home".

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

"We found something. The bodies from the cabin, they had matching tattoos. Symbol we've never seen before." "Send me a picture." "Already did." I pull the phone away from my ear, opening the message. The image loads, and my blood runs cold. It's a constellation. Orion's belt. Three stars in a perfect line. "Damian?" Don's voice comes through tinny and distant. "You there?" "Increase security at the mansion. Triple the guards. No one in or out without my explicit permission." "What's going on?" "Orion isn't just watching anymore," I say. "He's making his move."

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

Chapter 99 – The Shattered Constellation The field of stars stretched endlessly around them, shimmering faintly like a sea of fireflies frozen in time. Each star pulsed rhythmically, casting soft light across the group as they struggled to regain their footing after the fall. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, making it hard to breathe—not from lack of oxygen, but from the sheer weight of what surrounded them. Jessica stared at the constellations above: one shaped like a wolf, the other like a witch. Between them burned the words **"Unity Is Strength,"** glowing brighter with each passing second. Her hybrid nature surged within her, responding instinctively to the celestial displ

Our eyes held for a moment too long, and I felt that now-familiar flutter in my stomach that both thrilled and terrified me. Kev finished Rafael's tattoo in half the time mine had taken, given its simpler design. "There you go," he said, wiping it clean. "Sun and stars. Suits you two." We held our wrists side by side, admiring how the black ink stood out against our skin, his olive tone, my paler complexion. If we pressed our wrists together, his sun would align perfectly with my constellation, like they belonged together. Like we belonged together. The thought ambushed me, dangerous in its temptation. I couldn't think that way. Not with my prognosis hanging over me like a shadow.

Until a tattoo began to appear from the palm of Kylie's right hand to the extent of her arm right on there right now. A tattoo shaped like a long striped constellation with blackish red color on there. Not only that, the moon tattoo which is a sign that Kylie and Arther are a mate is right now even starting to look like a change on there. The shape of the tattoo has changed to be a little bigger, and almost fills the upper chest on Kylie's body. Something that had never even happened to the werewolves and their mates that were anywhere in the Blake Light Pack right on there about right now. “AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!”

“Come here.” He sat back on the seat. I settled between his legs, my back against his chest, his arms around my waist. The bike beneath us still warm from the ride. He pointed up. I followed his finger. “Orion.” The constellation tattooed on his shoulder. Three stars in a belt. The hunter in the sky. I’d traced it with my fingers so many times I could draw it blind. “Tell me the story again.” His chin on my shoulder. His breath warm against my ear. “Orion was a hunter who loved so hard the gods put him in the sky so he’d never be alone.”

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.