Dark Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Not because I was sad, but because of how badly it hurt. “I never expected to see you here, Daxxy!” her black hair was pixie cut with jean shorts and a black flowy tank top. I could see her tattoo down her arm. It was a crest moon shaped dream catcher with lines down that ended into shapes of birds. If my education is correct, this should be the Black Hawk Coven. “I never figured I would be down here, but I am on business.” I heard Dax say before I turned around. “This is Ben, Samuel, Duke Jason and Pr-”

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

“You’re just tired. Too many night shifts.” But when she turned away, something caught her eye. The tattoo on her forearm—the one she’d inked years ago, a crescent moon surrounded by swirling lines—was moving. Subtly. Like ripples beneath the skin. Her breath hitched. “No… no, no, that’s impossible.” She pressed her fingers to the mark. Warm. Alive. For a heartbeat, her vision blurred. A voice—soft, ancient, and female—whispered through her mind:

Everyone stood around the outside of the circle holding their candles. Magenta stepped into the center of the circle. “Members of the Moon Shadow Pack, we are gathered tonight before the Moon Goddess, Selene, to humbly ask that Princess Brenna Sutton join the ranks of Luna among us.” Then she turned toward the moon and raised her arms. “Oh, Moon Goddess, I present to you Princess Brenna Sutton as a Potential Luna.” Magenta took the candle from me and stepped away. I took my place in the center of the stones, looked up at the moon, and lifted my hands. “Oh great Moon Goddess, I, Princess Brenna Sutton, humbly present myself to become your next Luna, if you so choose.”

And together, Eva and Luna continued to enjoy the peaceful night, embracing the beauty of both the moon above and the dreams awaiting them in the future. Eva inquired why Luna was fixated on the moon. Luna, a self-proclaimed moon enthusiast, responded by explaining that when the moon is absent from the sky, it feels as if the sky loses its magnificence. Eva smiled at Luna's response and suggested they go to sleep since it was late. Upon receiving Eva's suggestion, Luna rose from her seat and shut the window before settling into bed. Shortly thereafter, she drifted off to sleep.

His face contorts with pure rage as his mouth mumbles, "This track isn't over! Stiles and Derek, my claws will make sure you both pay dearly for this!" The next morning dawns bright and clear over the mountains. I am practicing my ancient Shadow Fang Warrior movements in a private courtyard atop the Moonlit Sanctuary, with my upper body bare to the wind. My tall, lean frame displays perfectly proportioned muscles across my chest, arms, and abdomen from years of intense physical training. An intricately detailed black wolf head tattoo sprawls across my chest, looking fierce and majestic in the sunlight. Unlike typical pack tattoos, this one is a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes that seem

Echoes of the Blood Moon The storm outside had subsided, yet within the Moon Temple, the atmosphere felt even more oppressive—saturated with whispers, ancient energy, and a foreboding that none of them completely comprehended. Luna stood at the heart of the chamber, her breathing slow but irregular as the crimson glow of the Blood Moon pulsed faintly beneath her skin. The mark on her collarbone blazed like a living flame, and each heartbeat resonated through the stone like a distant drum.

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.

” My face must have said it all because Anton just moved his head up and down. "While there, My lord will call the power of darkness to activate the tattoo. But you, my lady, you will have to be very brave and strong. Since darkness usually consumes even the strongest. The darkness seeks your vulnerability and exploits it. Making you fall into despair. Those who do not succeed will end up destroyed, and their souls will wander eternally in nothingness.” The only thing I understand perfectly is that my life could end in a few more hours, and in the worst way. I looked down at the floor, contemplating my options. Armaloth is very sure that I will pass this rite, and that the tattoo will come t

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi