Constellation Tattoos Novels & Stories

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

I could still feel their eyes on me as we moved across the floor to the stairs. "They all have the same tattoo" Dante mind-linked me. I had failed to notice many details on our tour, focusing too much on a certain Alpha. Luckily Dante was doing his job "a Cresent Moon with a star" he continued in the link. I looked around and sure enough, I saw a lot of tattoos like Dante described, the design seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. "It was the symbol carved into the fountain." He linked again. Thank the goddess Dante had his act together.

His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales. And then my eyes follow the lines of stars that trail from his shoulder down his arm, they look like constellations I don’t recognize but yet feel familiar with, ancient, but old. His tattoo glitters faintly in the dim light, like they’ve been plucked from the night sky itself. My breath hitches as it slowly dawns on me. What if he hadn’t been lying afterall…. Well a part of me knew he wasn’t, my heart believed it but my brain just couldn’t comprehend.

She also looked over at Lucien and her breath caught. “You have it too,” She added, gesturing towards my arms. “Constellation marks,” Lucien finally spoke. “Huh?” She whipped her head at him. “They're constellation marks. It's believed that the moon goddess brand traitors with such marks,” He heaved a sigh and the marks in our skin glistened under the light as if in agreement. “Traitors?” Lyra breathed out, her eyes darting from Lucien to me. “I thought the moon goddess gave mate bonds,” She added, a stray tear walking down her cheek.

“Or am I not allowed to call you that anymore?” “Let’s work back to the nicknames. The indecisiveness you both have about being friends with me has given me emotional whiplash. The tattoos seem to be an addition to the spell, but only for you five. I got a matching one, too.” I hold up my wrist showing the cuff I now have with a crescent moon layer as the outer edges, quarter moon bands just inside that, then half moon bands with a full moon band in the center. As I look at mine, the moons get progressively bigger, like the full moons are closer to me. “None of the warriors got a tattoo to go with their protection bracelet.” “How many times have you done this spell?” “

The tattoo, an indelible mark on his skin, became a symbol of our enduring connection, a visual anchor that soothed his mind in the midst of challenges. The evening breeze carried with it the echoes of our shared history, and in Logan's gaze, I found a reflection of a love that had weathered the tests of time and distance. The tattoo on his arm became not just an image but a testament to the resilience of our connection, a love story etched in ink and whispered confessions beneath the vast expanse of the night sky.

The top of it holding the yellow stone glittered, Xander saying,"As we maintain Order, every new Don of Carnefecina gets the tattoo of all nine planets on their back. A sign of balance. Perfection. Something beautiful from chaos, but every Don that rules, is given two things. A ring called Halo that reminds one of the Sun, to show their power over other things and the other, a crescent moon with a star, to be given to who the Don keeps higher than themselves. In other words, if there's a life or death situation, also called Venus bearer's life would be put first before the Don himself," Venus. Also called the brightest star in the sky. The Roman equivalent of Aphrodite. Mother of Eros. "I ga

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.

Which I cannot wait for now. She moans and deepens her bite, causing a rumbling roar to fall from my mouth. She pulls away and licks the wound for it to close. And she gasps, “Orion, there is a tattoo forming in my mark on your neck. It’s a crescent moon.” I am a little shocked. All mates get a tattoo like mark after they have marked each other. But never do they get matching ones. I will have to ask my mom about this. “We will look into what the symbols mean, my love. What do you say we go take a nap?” She smiles and goes to get comfy in the bed next to me.

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”