Crescent Moon Temporary Tattoo Novels & Stories

Just held my gaze, gold flecks in his eyes catching the lantern light and holding it like secrets. I looked away first. My fingers curled in my lap. “Where’s my anklet?” He stood slowly. Reached into an inner pocket of his cloak. The silver chain dangled from his fingers. the crescent moon charm swinging gently. My heart tripped over itself. He stepped closer. Close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “You want it?” he asked, voice low. “Yes.” He leaned in.Just near enough that I could feel the heat coming off him.

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.”

“A mark. Describe it, Kael, describe the exact symbol you saw on the human’s skin and tell me where it sits.” I leaned against the desk and crossed my arms over my chest. I kept my voice low so no one could hear through the thick walls. “It’s on her back, between her shoulder blades. It’s a crescent moon shape. A small one, the crescent moon has small dots around the edge, like tiny stars arranged in a circle around the moon.”

“Good.” He pauses and takes a deep breath, then opens the box, removing an ornate knife with a jeweled handle. The Crescent Lake crest is also stamped onto the blade of the knife, as well as the symbol of the moon in eclipse with stars inside the eclipse. My brows furrow as I try to place the second symbol, racking my brain for why it is familiar.

His commanding presence and unwavering resolve were palpable, leaving an indelible impression of strength and authority. No one likes to be overshadowed, and it seemed that Akira struggled to come to terms with the fact that another wolf had taken her place. I had overheard the previous debate between the two males, where the higher-ranking male had chosen me. The male wolf standing before me was unlike the others. He sported only two tattoos, a dragon and a moon, adorning his muscular arm. The intricate designs, inked in red, accentuated his powerful muscles, making him even more captivating.

The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the needles with grace, revealing the constellation with each brushstroke. The man, looking up occasionally to evaluate his work, captured the young woman's expression. Her eyes twinkled with a mixture of emotion and awe, while her lips curved into a shy smile. As the constellation was revealed on her skin, Athena sank into a state of calm, as if the cosmos had aligned to give her this moment. The tattoo artist, upon completing his work, looked with satisfaction at the constellation that now was part of the young woman's skin. A piece of the universe, immortalized in a delicate corner behind her ear.

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.

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

When she turned around and got up to grab the laptop off the dresser, I noticed a mark on the back of her neck. “What’s that, Babe?” I asked her. “What’s what?” she responded looking back at me. 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 the 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. It's not just the crescent shape, now it's the whole marking. That’s not exactly a commonly shaped birthmark.

It was very subtle in the beginning, like your skin falling asleep and then becoming kind of spiky to the touch after too long, but it became more and more pronounced until I couldn’t ignore it. “Well actually” I said slowly, rolling my dress sleeve up, there was this strange sensation. —“." I hesitated, looking down in disbelief at my naked arm. Covered there, ever so lightly — but there none the less — was the beginning of a tattoo. It was barely perceptible, as though it had been inked in only the faintest of shades, but I could make it out: the detailed lines of a crescent moon, and cascading Celtic knotwork. It was lovely, graceful, but utterly impractical.