Crescent Moon Temporary Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

At that moment I no longer saw the two dragons, they disappeared as the light dimmed. I also saw my hand, my hand is fine. I thought my hand would hurt, but it's all good. It's just that I saw a crescent moon mark on this hand that was not there before now this mark appears. “Eh, is this a tattoo? Since when was he here? Why is there a crescent moon mark on my hand? Ah, this is bad! It's not good for girls to have a signature on their hand, ”I complained. The wind started to blow against my hair, and I felt his presence. I smiled with a calm feeling, and began to slowly close my eyes.

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.

CJ said as he pulled her sister hand forth "What are you doing?? Jasmine asked looking confused Just then CJ drew three little star on her left wrist "Hey stop, let me take a look at that " she said as she looked at what CJ was holding.."I don't want a permanent tattoo " Jasmine yelled and CJ was Astonished "This one is permanent?? But what of the you use on your right wrist " "That one is temporary dummy, what am I going to do now?? The tattoo is not even equal and it looks ugly and what is with the dot here?? Jasmine frowned

Precious to me. Now, I pressed it into my wet hand and rubbed my thumb across the rough surface. Under the film of stove‑black under my nails, the mark at my wrist tingled. On the leather, tiny lines of silver‑blue light traced themselves, faint and shaky. Two crescents back‑to‑back. Almost touching. The Mooncrest sigil from the burnt file. From my skin. From the life I wasn’t allowed to have yet. I swallowed, keeping my face neutral.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Her vision washed over with white as the Heartstone merged with the temple’s magic. Heat gathered in her spine, surging upward, fracturing through her ribs. She inhaled sharply, gripping the radiant floor. The symbol below her glowed one final time and then— It melded into her flesh. Rowan stood still. “Luna… your hand…” Silver patterns spread across her palm like liquid ink—twisting lines, ancient glyphs, a crescent moon at the center. The same design that was etched into the floor just moments before. Kai blinked. “Is that… a tattoo or a curse?”

The wax melted slowly, dripping in a thick, fragrant puddle onto the center fold of the parchment. Before the wax could cool and harden, Aria took the heavy silver stamp resting on the corner of her desk. It bore the new, official crest of Moonrise, the same emblem Silas had carved into the Stone of Vows at the summit. A crescent moon, gently cradling a blooming winter-rose. She pressed the cold silver firmly into the hot wax. The crest settled perfectly into the green pool, leaving a crisp, permanent impression.

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.