Dark Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

But deep in the darkness of the forest, Draven watched the same Moon, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. “Let her call,” he murmured. “Let her hope. The Moon can whisper all it wants by the time her light reaches her mate, I will already have what I came for.” He raised his hand, and the mark of black fire glowed across his palm. “And when I’m done, the world will bow not to anyone…. but to me.” Far away, the Moon flickered once, like a heartbeat struggling to hold on. In that instant, Aria’s voice whispered across the bond faint but clear:

***Thyra's POV*** I have to admit, this club is pretty good. The music is great, and it is a good thing that Ana and Kenny don't have the same taste in men because the DJ has been eyeing Ana all evening. Kenny doesn't mind, he found some girl to dance with that has his attention tonight. Ana doesn't even spare a glance toward the DJ, instead pestering me to come dance with her. I went back to our table to rest for a little while and wait for Mak to get back. She was going to visit her normal tattoo parlor to touch up her latest piece. Because lycan's heal so fast, sometimes the ink will be pushed out with the healing and requires a few touch-ups before the piece is complete.

“When did you leave?” “I don’t know. It was getting late.” “Was anyone with you?” “I was.” Alec stepped forward. “She finished my back.” “Know anyone who would do this?” The detective asked. “No.” Then it hit me. It was an abstract moon. A midnight moon. As in the Midnight Moon Pack. Darin. “No...” I said as I took a step back in shock. “What was that?” The detective asked. “Colt. It was the Midnight Moon Pack. Look at the ink. It’s their logo.” I mind-linked Colt. He looked at it and frowned.

"Marcus is planning some kind of binding ritual. He mentioned needing the right moon, preparing an ancient circle." "The Dark Moon," Leo said immediately. "It's the traditional time for forced bonds. When the moon is completely dark, a wolf's resistance is at its lowest." "When is the next Dark Moon?" I asked, dread pooling in my stomach. "Ten days from now." His expression darkened. "We need to move quickly." He helped me to my feet, steadying me when I swayed. "You pushed too hard," he admonished, though his voice was gentle. "This new ability—you can't master it overnight."

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

The garden was unrecognizable beneath the silvery gaze of the full Hunter’s Moon. Once vibrant flowers now drooped and curled as though wilting under the weight of Erika’s apprehension. Clouds rolled sluggishly across the sky, dimming the moonlight. Rows of darkly clad Lycans gathered, their golden eyes gleaming like embers in the shadows. The air was thick with expectation, and Erika’s skin prickled with an uneasy awareness of every gaze trained on her.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

The moonlight spilled across the summit, casting long, ethereal shadows, a stage for a legacy sealed, yet poised for battles anew. Samantha Lykos stood before the altar, her crescent-tipped staff planted firmly in the earth, its oak gleaming, silver tip catching the moon’s light in radiant pulses, a relic now a symbol of eternity. Her auburn hair was unbound, waves cascading like molten copper, shimmering in the moonlight, framing green eyes that glowed with fierce serenity, forged by the Veil’s fall, tempered by a new, uneasy vision. Her flowing tunic of deep indigo, embroidered with silver crescents, swayed in the wind, crescent moon tattoo pulsing silver on her collarbone, a vow of vigila

“Shifters are the bridge between the darkness and light.” Master Ombres stands up and inclines her head toward me. “May the ten bless your recovery, Nyx.” I watch her walk out, feeling a warmth of light coming from a demon, and I fall asleep dreaming about ten deities bursting into stars.

She said, batting her eyelashes at my parents. “That’s very nice of you. Sure!” Mom said, looking at Dad, who nodded at the same time. “Oh, I’ll only come if Izobel will come,” Amber said, pouting and fluttering her eyelashes to me. I gawked at her. ‘Come on, Amber! Tomorrow’s full moon. It might be my time to shine! Hello? A little consideration, please!’ “Of course! Um... Izobel should come, too.” She said, hearing her sigh.