Crescent Moon Temporary Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.”

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

Amelia POV The bond mark on my wrist itched like a fresh tattoo, except tattoos didn’t pulse. I scratched until the skin peeled raw, but the silver crescent only glowed brighter, mocking me with every heartbeat. Then a perfect half moon formed into my flesh by the Moon Goddess herself, as if she had run out of eligible bachelors and decided my stepbrother was close enough.

“Tattoos?” “Yes.” She crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve lived centuries and never gotten inked. Today’s the day. Come on.” He studied her for a long moment, lips twitching as if amused by her defiance. Then, to her shock, he set the book aside. “Fine. But you’re choosing the design. I’ll only allow you to brand me once.” …. The tattoo parlor smelled of antiseptic and ink. Chloe’s heart raced as she flipped through sketch books, finally settling on a delicate design: a small crescent moon entwined with a star.

As family. Tears ran down my face, but they were tears of happiness, not pain. That's when it happened. My crescent moon tattoo on the back of my neck began to glow. Not warm, not buzzing, but actually glowing with silver light that could even be seen in the dark shadows before dawn. The light spread outward from the symbol, along lines on my skin that I'd never even known existed. Ancient symbols. Curving script in a language that I did not know, yet somehow comprehended.

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.

"There is no one who can tell who they are just by looking at their faces. Everyone can be one of them." "Then how are you sure that you will know who are the members and who are not?" Hunter asked him, curious about it. I, too, don't know the aces he has. "By their tattoos. However, it can't be seen until the full moon comes. It will glow like a bright light, and in that moment, they will hide." Tattoos only glow when there's a full moon? How is that even possible? "Are you sure you are not fooling us?" Vanessa asked him, irritated. She doesn't want to believe what he just said.

I asked her. “What’s what?” I stood up and moved the towel from her neck and there it was, as clear as day. A bright red triple moon emblem, just like symbol of the Moon Goddess. When Zee was unconscious after her attack, I remember seeing a pale pink crescent moon on the back of her neck. But this is different, the colour is darker and its grown. That’s not a usual birth mark. “What is it?” Zee asked, “It's uh, well, I don’t know what it is” I stuttered.

he chuckles breathlessly as our lips part momentarily before resuming our heated embrace, allowing myself to get lost in the fleeting moment. We laugh and joke using the remainder of our free time to try and cool ourselves down before Elijah decides to head downstairs, volunteering to make the coffee as the caffeine monster awakens inside of me, ready to brace the day ahead. As he gets out of bed my eyes marvel over his crest tattoo on his shoulder; the crescent moon fitting carefully over his muscle as the unknown writing fits perfectly around the design, piquing my curiosity. I’ll have to ask him what they stand for later on…