Dark Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

I frown, and then add, "irritatingly so, if you're not counting this past week of his mood swing." “It is true.” His eyes look back to me. “Afterward, his mother—gods bless her soul, she was a magnificent Luna—made a pact with the Moon Goddess. She offered her life in exchange for a powerful binding seal that would contain that darkness within him forever. The tattoos you see are the literal physical manifestation of that seal. They glow like molten light whenever he channels the forbidden power.” My mind flashes back to the night I was chased, when Isla broke out of me. That night, when Zeke stood at Ethan's door, his tattoos were glowing.

And my favorite, the butterfly tattoo on his back. "Also tonight is the lunar eclipse." He said his expression suddenly turned gloomy. Tonight was the curse of the lunar eclipse. Tonight he would lose himself over to his Darkside, Cessair. And the effect of the moon's eclipse would also affect the entire pack, making them fall weak, weak to the extent of causing death. Tonight was going to be a struggle for the entire pack. "Isabelle, can you promise me something?" He asked, getting me out of my thoughts. I replied to him with a small nod.

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

He was rubbing soothing circles on my back just like he always did whenever I was anxious or nervous about something. We made it to the main floor where so many people were already present, on seeing Damien some men did a small bow, I didn't pay much attention to everyone's action as I was trying my best to smile. Ruhee passed a grin with a small thumbs up. She was standing with a woman who looked slightly older than her. An old couple made their way in our direction with a young guy following them. "They are the alpha and the luna of the dark moon pack," Damien whispered in my ear, "behind them is their son, the future alpha of the pack."

In the initial announcements, the organizers only mentioned the 5 most basic prizes, the potential prizes were not mentioned, could this award be added right away? But now that doesn't matter anymore. Tinh Ngoc carefully read every word on the information board, until seeing her name appear there, Tinh Ngoc thought she was dreaming. Turns out her passion has been recognized and paid off? Her work is called "darkness", on the whole the work is covered with a dark color. However, in that endless darkness, in that dark vicious circle, there is still a ray of light that carries a powerful force, illuminating the whole space. Those dark shadows represent her uncertainty and uncertainty when she r

The kind of smile that promised chaos. “Tomorrow,” he murmured to the moonlight. “Tomorrow, I’ll make him look at me.” And with that vow burning like embers in his chest, Damien vanished into the night.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.