Crescent Moon Temporary Tattoo Novels & Stories

he asked. “My name is Lil—” I glimpsed a tattoo right above his sleeve line, “This is going to sound weird, but— Is it ok if I touch you?” I nervously asked him. “Yea, sure... I guess that's fine,” he mumbled. Slowly I shifted his t-shirt sleeve, revealing the rest of the tattoo to me. It was a tattoo of a crescent moon, with what seems to be a hidden message or an ancient language written on the inside of it. I swiftly pulled away in fear, because I recognized this strange symbol, I have dreamt of this crescent, night after night as a child watching over my dreams in a third person's perspective.

I wanted to retort, but my words got stuck as my eyes caught a trail of sweat moving down her neck to between her breasts. “Don't worry; you are at the right table.” I couldn't say anything, my eyes glued to the mini tattoo in her cleavage. And her breasts, of course. I couldn't say anything for a second. Not because of her invitation. Because of the tattoo. A small crescent moon inked just below her collarbone. Selena used to draw moons everywhere. On napkins. On notebooks. On my damn contracts when she thought I wasn't paying attention. My jaw tightened.

She thrashes her head side to side, then lifts her trembling hand higher, using her sharp fingernail to frantically scratch a shape into the wooden sideboard of the medical bed. Clack! Clack! Clack! The sound of her nail digging into the dark wood echoes through the quiet room. Dr. Viremont tries to push me back, but I shove his arm away, leaning over the bed to look at what she’s carving. It isn't words. It’s a symbol. A stylized, crescent moon entwined with a severed claw—the exact crest of the Nightbane Pack. But below it, she frantically digs her nail deeper, drawing a crude, jagged crown over the crescent.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my makeup brush poised in the air as my eyes caught the glimmer of my Luna mark. Nestled on my neck, the crescent moon was perfectly healed now, its curves as elegant as fine calligraphy. Staring at it, a sense of purpose washed over me, anchoring me to the present moment.

When her eyes began to look right at the side of her neck where previously on there were two small dots of marks given by Arther there, right now it had turned into a blackish red tattoo on there right now. Kylie drew herself to get more closer to the mirror to be able to see more clearly about how the shape of the tattoo that is right now on her neck right now. A crescent moon tattoo that is blackish red. It looks so much pretty on Kylie's neck about. And suddenly Kylie smiled broadly when she saw the tattoo right on her neck right now. Kylie started to raise her right hand there and started to touch the tattoo in a slow motion. And somehow there was a warm feeling from the tattoo when Kyli

My own fangs sink into his skin, and our connection bursts open — a brilliant surge that crashes through all of us. The candles flare. The air shivers. A wave of energy rolls through the room, luminous and wild. For a moment, the walls glow faintly, veins of silver light threading across them as if the pack house itself breathes with us. Each of our marks begins to shimmer — soft at first, then brighter until it becomes impossible to look away. The shapes merge into one radiant design shared by all: a crescent moon encircled by four stars, pulsing gently as if alive.

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang

And it definitely wasn’t something that had been there before. “Traci.” I spoke loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear. “When did you get a tattoo?” The question was deliberate. Obvious. The kings caught on instantly. Raiden nodded slightly. Zayden followed my lead. Anything to redirect the attention suddenly focused on her. But even as conversations started again, my eyes remained fixed on the symbol. A tiny silver crescent moon. Crossed by a silver wolf fang. The mark looked almost luminous against her skin. It looked as if it was… Ancient. Powerful even.

We kept searching for anything about the symbol in books, which ranged from normal history books to folklore. After getting tired, I picked up another book with a few paintings and started walking inside the room. Surprisingly, Kai didn't move one tiny bit and kept his eyes glued to the books. Suddenly, a frown formed on Kai's forehead, "Wait." I sat down next to him. "What?" He turned the book towards me. There was a drawing on the page. But not just another drawing....a crescent moon, with a vertical line through the centre. My eyes widened.

The lights flickered. “Do you feel that?” she whispered. Kian’s jaw tightened. “Keep going.” Her tattoos — the ones across her own arms — began to shimmer faintly through the gloves. The crescent on her wrist pulsed in sync with the design she was drawing on him. “Stop,” Kian said suddenly, voice rough. “That’s enough.” She lifted the needle. The symbol was unfinished, but it glowed faintly before fading into his skin. “What the hell was that?” she demanded.