Constellation Tattoos Novels & Stories

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.

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.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

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."

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s