Crescent Moon Tattoo Wrist Novels & Stories

But before my fingers can even touch it, a hand clamps around my wrist. My body goes tight with instinct, a breath away from lashing out. For some reason I do not know, I glance down and I freeze. A tattoo coils around the man’s forearm, dark in ink, old but clear and I see the tattoo of a crescent moon split by a fang, wrapped in black vines. The Nightwalker crest. Ezra’s mark. Fuck. Slowly, my eyes trail from the man’s forearm, up past the rolled sleeves stretched tight over his arms and across his solid, square shoulders. When I finally meet his gaze, his eyes are a cold, steel grey, fixed and unblinking beneath a heavy brow.

The third attendant dipped the brush into the molten ashes and looked at us both as if they were trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, when she was done, she began to draw on the right side of Ayame's right wrist. The brand was no bigger than two inches tall, one inch wide. She drew a simple, elegant crescent moon, a three-tongued flame between its points and a dainty little diamond in the middle of the flames. It was so small and yet held so much power, so much weight.

My sister and mate are the only ones that I want to protect with my life. I locked my gift at her foot. It is a crescent moon anklet. The only difference is that Jessica's gift has a waning crescent design. It is known to symbolize inner peace, a period of self-care, and reconnecting with yourself. The anklet that I gave her had a waxing crescent as its centerpiece. It symbolizes motivation, putting your intentions into action, and committing to what you are building or what you believe in. She was teary-eyed at the gift, as she also knew the meaning behind it.

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

Alpha Kingston just stood there transfixed, like he had no idea what to do. My wrist tingled and when I looked at it there was a mark slowly forming. Like I was being branded. Only when the crescent moon appeared on my wrist did the pain subside. Selene picked herself up and I moved towards her. “Stay away from me” she said and I ignored her. Flipping her wrist I saw it, the other half of the crescent moon. “What does this mean?” she asked “I don’t fucking know”.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

I stare at it in confusion, a dull ache pulsing beneath my skin. A moment later, silver-blue light flares on my skin and then fades, leaving a delicate tattoo. A moon cradling a tiny star, and around it, ancient rune writing. It looks like a birthmark. I hear Kingston groan, and when I turn to meet his gaze, I find him staring at his wrist. He smiles, the same mark appears on his wrist, identical to mine, and when he smooths his hand over it, mine flares, glowing. “The heart has chosen,” Elder Winston announces. “We have a true Luna, the first Mooncrest has seen in over three hundred years. All hail the Luna.”

Strapped to her back were a bow and a quiver of arrows as well. “These arrows and bow— why do I have these? I'm not an archer. I don't even know how to fight. So why's this here?” Violet touched a hand on the string of the bow. “Wait, what's this?” She had a tattoo on her forearm of an arrow piercing through a crescent moon and above it were five stars aligned in a semi circle. That's not all, Violet also had bronze bracelets around her wrists. They had ancient runes etched on them. A crescent moon was engraved in the middle of the bracelet, which glowed when she touched the bracelets. A ball of light emitted from the glowing crescent and filled the white space around her.

Her vision distorted. Not just fur—but jagged, frostbitten patterns rippled along her limbs. Her claws lengthened unnaturally, gnarled like bone. Her teeth—longer, sharper. Her face stayed mostly human, but her eyes glowed—not emerald, not wolfish—unnatural, Wendigo white, like twin moons glowing in the dark. She stumbled, hands braced against the ground, panting. Nathan slowed, watching her. His crimson gaze darkened with quiet awe.