Constellation Tattoos Novels & Stories

His eyes, an intense shade of dark gray, sparkled with the intensity of distant constellations, promising a journey into uncharted territories. Caleb's figure moved with a feral grace, a reflection of the untamed spirit that resided within him. His every step echoed the dance of shadows beneath the moon, a testament to a life unbound by conventional constraints. Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement.

Sera said. Dessa looked at her over the rim of her cup. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Half of them are afraid. A quarter of them are angry. The rest are watching to see which way it goes." She set down her cup. "Nobody knows what to do with a Tattooed Luna. The last one was three hundred years ago. It's not exactly in the current handbook." "Tattooed Luna," Sera said. "Is that not what they've been calling you?" "Nobody's been calling me anything to my face."

Gone was the bite mark, and in its place was a delicate pattern of the Aries constellation. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he teased his fingertips over the still sensitive flesh. I tiptoed in front of him, reaching up to admire my own mark on his neck. Gone were the teeth and in its place was a delicate tattoo of my wolf staring up at the moon. I pressed a gentle kiss to the mark, enjoying how his body shivered in pleasure at the feel of my lips on his skin. He groaned when my tongue teased over the mark, his hands ending up intertwined around my back.

"We want matching tattoos." We settle on a design together. A crescent moon and a small wave. The moon represents the nights that saved us, the nights we stayed up talking, crying, planning. And the wave—well, that's us. Always rising, always crashing, but never breaking, the way we always came back to each other. "You sure about this?" Cassian asked as I settled into the chair first. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?" I glare at him. "I'm not a chicken. Let's do this."

Catherine’s POV: I blinked, staring closely at the crescent moon tattoo that was showing just on the middle of my back. It was large, covering up to my lower back but not any farther than that. “What does it mean?” I asked curiously. I looked at the details of the crescent moon more carefully this time, scrolling over the photos on his phone as I lifted it nearer to my face. “Hmm... Traditionally, the half-moon symbolizes the strength and power of a true Luna.” He uttered, causing my brows to furrow as I took in his words.

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

It looks like when a dragon sheds its scales. “This ointment tonight and tomorrow. It should heal by dinner.” Cason hands me the tube. “Thank you so much, Cason!” I look at my friends. “What did you bitches decide to get?” “Crescent moon above the Gemini constellation twins, Castor and Polydeuces.” Ashley beams. “Peonies for my wolf.” Carly holds up a photo of flowers. “Love it.” I giggle at them. “Do you mind if I get a breath of air? Sitting still that long was the worst.”

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

The moon comes out, big and round, balanced just above the horizon. Efa bends over so her chin is resting on the top of my head and grabs my flushed cheeks. I gently turn from left to right so she can take it all in, gasping as a pattern appears before my eye. The tattoo is a map of the camp. I needed to watch the pack disperse from a higher vantage point to recognize it, but I can’t unsee it now. The fires match the starburst shapes. The dens are the jagged triangles. The swoops and spirals are the worn paths the pack takes as they settled themselves in their accustomed places.