Crescent Moon Tattoo Wrist Novels & Stories

Everything went fuzzy and I was out. Present Day. I stood from the couch and walked over to the picture on the wall. I stood in front of it, moving my eyes over the mix of colours. It was like a galaxy of stars, glitter, and beautiful colours. It was the kind of picture that would make someone calm and happy. It was the type of picture someone could marvel at for hours. It was the kind of picture that someone would smile at. But not me. It was the same picture that I have been forced to look at thousands of times throughout my life. I crossed my arms and my fingers moved slowly over my forearm. The fingertips traced over the countless raised scars left behind from my childhood education. I l

He always had an answer, but. Duncan’s eyes squinted as her head tilted slightly to the side. At first, he thought he was mistaken, that perhaps it was due to the dim light and shadows. But as he stared closer, it became clear. A mark. By the moon, could he be mistaken? Duncan’s mind froze as shock hit him like a tidal wave. The tattoo that ran across her neck let out a silvery glow for a fleeting moment. A crescent-shaped moon, like an endless circle. The symbol reminded him of his past.

The threads twisted together to outline a wolf howling at a moon. “It’s the pack’s crest, and the three strands symbolize us,” Xander said, helping clasp it onto my wrist. I held my wrist out and looked at the bracelet. It was breathtaking and the most beautiful thing I had ever been given. It looked like the moon was twinkling when the light hit it just right. “It’s perfect,” I said, trying not to cry. They both wrapped their arms around me and kissed my head before stepping back. I was at a loss for words. My emotions were overwhelming me, but just being around my mates helped calm me down. I could do this as long as they were beside me.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my makeup brush poised in the air as my eyes caught the glimmer of my Luna mark. Nestled on my neck, the crescent moon was perfectly healed now, its curves as elegant as fine calligraphy. Staring at it, a sense of purpose washed over me, anchoring me to the present moment.

The bond exploded, silver and gold intertwining in blinding light, sealing us eternally. Tattoos bloomed across her skin…. her small red full moon on her breast glowed crimson, extending in golden branches with silver petals across her torso, her arms… her whole body, beautiful and ancient. My crescent moon on my right shoulder shone silver, Kieran's on his left mirroring it, linking us forever.

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

The wounds seemed to be healing, but for some reason they stopped. "What is going on? It looks like they were healing until you came over here then it stopped." We stood there for a moment while I noticed a moon tattoo or mark on her right wrist. "Hey, move over here for a bit. I want to see something." "Alright, I am not really sure why but fine." As I moved toward my brother and the light of the moon hits her back and not only did the mark on her wrist glowed, but her back started healing once more.

I stated, making her laugh in my head. “Your mark is fully connected and is a complete crescent moon. It is a significant brand of the Crescent Moon pack. “I want nothing to do with my old pack and most certainly not its Alpha,” I spat as I shivered against the side of the bathtub I was leaning against.

“What is that?” “An ancient record.” “From Mooncrest?” “Yes.” He opened it carefully. The pages were yellowed with age. Some of the writing had faded, while others were marked with strange symbols. Adrian turned several pages before stopping. “This.” I leaned over the desk. A familiar crescent appeared in the middle of the page. My breath caught. “That symbol…” “It's the same one on your wrist.” I touched my mark instinctively. “What does it mean?” Adrian's finger moved beneath the symbol.

“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?” “