Novel & Cerita Dark Moon Tattoo

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.

The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, illuminating the gentle curve of her collarbone, the delicate slope of her neck. And then I saw it. My breath caught. A dark mark. Fresh. His. My vision blurred at the edges, my pulse hammering in my ears. I took a step forward before I could stop myself, my eyes locked on the small yet damning mark just above her collarbone. And that’s when I noticed something else. Her lunar tattoo. I had seen it a hundred times before—a delicate silver symbol that represented our connection to the moon, to our destiny as mates. But now, it was different. The swirling silver lines had darkened, twisting into something else, something… wrong.

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

A mark that will never be erased. A Year later the two become a high-ranker and a Dark moon tattoo was painted on their body. Their name then soon known throughout the country, as a murderer. Zitrey forehead formed beads of sweat, eyebrows are frowning greatly, she was having a bad dream. “Aoi…” she mumbles during her sleep.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

In conclusion, there was a downfall. No longer were they the chosen couple. Now, one died and one is broken. The Luna of Blood Moon Pack is dark, deep, mysterious. The alpha is no different, but he supported his mate and Luna in spite of everything. The Luna couldn't. Thus, she was known as the Black Luna throughout history.

But tonight, something shifts. I lie on the thin mattress in the guest room, staring at the crack in the ceiling like it might offer clarity. The mark of the moon burns faintly against my ribs. It was tattooed on them when I was a child.The moonlight pours in like it’s trying to speak, and then- Darkness swells. In my dream, the Moon Goddess appears to me in the form of an older woman with silver eyes and moonstone skin. Her voice is a lullaby, equal parts pain and promise.

“If they wanted that I would be dead, right?” “Depends. Have they said why they are waiting to do this ritual?” “They said that it needs to be the right type of moon.” “How convenient, don’t you think? They don’t want peace or else they wouldn’t be stalling like this. There’s another reason. Do they have you chained up somewhere?” I shake my head. ‘No, not everyone is into BDSM, Frank. Right now, I am by the pool sipping on a cocktail.” I hear him growl. “Keep delluding yourself, Sugar. You are treating this like some kind of spa retreat! This is fucking lunacy!”