Crescent Moon Temporary Tattoo Novels & Stories

Instantly, my eyes opened. Alec leaned down to kiss me but I swerved out of the way. “Whoa!” “What?” Alec felt a little hurt by that. “Your mark! I mean , our mark. It’s so cool looking.” I knew Alec was watching me as I traced over. It was a full black moon with a design in the middle. Alec had his arms around my waist, keeping me pressed up against him as I studied it. It was truly unique. Alec’s had a design on his that looked like an abstract A. Mine was more like an L.

Her black, white, and purple hair bounced on her shoulders and back as she walked, a star tattooed displayed on her left wrist, her steps were unwavering and steady, filled with confidence she lacked a year and a half ago, a newfound feeling that she loved, a new her she found on her seventeen birthday Skylar took out her phone from her back pocket, she switched on the phone, her eyes beamed as she read the text from her mother. Can't wait for your return. Skylar poked her inner cheek. Explanations....how would she explain her failed journey... Skylar shook her head, she didn't want to dwell on it, after all the moon goddess kept her alive for this long, she struck her phone back into her po

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

Deeper than the claim I made on her. The mark appears as her blood soaks into me. Three crescent moons—one waxing, one full, one waning—intertwined in a circle. Thin radiant lines fan out from the center like sunbeams. It shines once, then settles into my skin. Permanent. Eternal. She turns to Khael next. He doesn’t flinch. He proudly bares his chest without being asked, eyes locked on hers. Her blood anoints him too, and I watch as the same mark blooms across his chest like a sun rising in slow motion.

There's no time for surrender - not when I have plans to make, a future to secure beyond these walls. My hands shake as I retrieve my worn leather knapsack and begin packing my few possessions. Changes of clothing, toiletries, the compass that once belonged to my father - I select only what is utilitarian or holds sentimental value. When I unzip the inner pocket of my bag, my fingers brush cool metal - the necklace Elijah gifted me on my first moon ceremony with the pack. My breath catches as I lift the delicate silver crescent moon pendant, memories threatening to overwhelm me.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.

But Vivian had been rushed out by Uncle Richard before she could grab it. Looking at the stencil, Vivian made a desperate decision. She couldn't rely on makeup that could smudge during a sudden downpour or a confrontation with Alexander. She needed something more durable. Taking a deep breath, she cleaned the skin over her collarbone, aligned the stencil, and carefully applied the dark cosmetic ink. It wasn't a real tattoo, but the high-grade pigment would stain the top layer of her skin for at least two to three weeks before fading. It stung slightly as it dried, darkening into a perfect, deceptive crescent moon.

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.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.