Dark Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

She could feel them all, a web of connection that made her part of something bigger than herself. When Dante removed his hand, Aria looked down at her shoulder. There, faintly visible through the fabric of her dress, was a new mark. The crescent moon and nightshade flower, identical to the bracelet, now tattooed on her skin in silvery ink that seemed to shimmer. "Rise, Aria Blackwood of Nightshade Pack," Dante said with a smile. "Welcome home." The circle erupted in howls of celebration. Wolves shifted, their voices joining in a song as old as time. Aria felt her own wolf surge forward with joy, and she threw back her head and howled with them.

But the chain just wouldn’t open. The wolf, as if realizing something, stared intently at a particular spot. It was too dark, but they felt a presence. A dangerous presence. The wolf wanted to attack, but the silver hampered its flawless actions. Then, abruptly, the inky wolf looked up. A full moon appeared above, illuminating the entire area. A concentrated moonbeam shot from the moon and burned the silver shackles. And then, a crescent like bright tattoo appeared on the chest of the inky black wolf.

After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.

Finally, the long-awaited full-blood moon ceremony was here. Damon walked into the dungeon, wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a matching T-shirt with traces of sweat lining different sections of it. Also, a pair of crocs that were already covered in loose soil. His eyes looked saggy and his lids heavy as though they would fall over his eyes any minute. “I think everything is set for the night,” he said, checking out the chains that curled in a heap on the floor.

Her skin shimmered, turning pale gold beneath the silver moonlight. Cloth, silk, and starlight wrapped around her like a lover’s touch. Armor of dusk formed at her chest—obsidian lined with radiant moonsteel, a sharp-edged design that spoke of elegance and war. Vines of glowing script coiled around her arms and legs, ancient markings older than language. And atop her head, forming from air and ash, appeared a crown of dusklight—jagged and brilliant, as if forged in the heart of a dying star. Ava opened her eyes.

Amethyst lowered her head to the ground before turning around to find her place beside Pyro while I watched them with pain and pride in my heart. 'I love you, Darvin. This run is for you…' Sofia sent a mindlink before Pyro howled to the moon, and together with Amethyst, their paws padded the earth as they sprang forward to lead the pack of newly shifted pups, followed behind by our warriors and Gamma Hayden’s wolves, for a full moon run. "That was beautiful…" Celeste’s soft voice reached my ears as her arms wrapped around my body and hugged me. I rested my chin on the top of her head and let out a deep breath as the pack of wolves vanished from my sight.

The moon represents love, coldness, and compassion. Watching everything from afar, it holds all the mysteries of the world. Being the oldest guards of the world, it protects humans from the dead and profane creatures that are hiding under the dark with its silvery light. But that day there's no moon and moonlight. It's completely dark in that eerie midnight. The place was weirdly silent and cold, perhaps the air and the trees know what type of merciless act going to happen there. Tides moved slowly in fear and no other creature is awake to witness it.

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.