Emperor Moth Tattoo Novels & Stories

We walk to the office because that is where the elders are waiting for us. "What is the meaning of this? We are old and do not like to be summoned." "I don't care. Your Luna is in danger and you worried about being selfish." I know I used my Alpha tone on him. "Sorry Alpha. How can we help you?" "As you all know Emelia passed out due to pain after I marked her but that is not the problem right now. Her mark turned into a tattoo. It shows a black werewolf and an angel in front of a blue moon. With two pups in front of us."

One of them caught me off guard, slashing my arm with claws as sharp as knives. Pain flared, but I ignored it, focusing only on Ember. She was still struggling, her voice hoarse from screaming. I had to get to her. I noticed a tattoo on one of the men’s necks—a scorpion. I’d seen that symbol before, but before I could figure out where, he slipped from my grip, disappearing into the dark. I turned toward the man holding Ember. He had his claws pressed against her throat, a cruel smile stretching across his masked face. Ember’s eyes met mine, desperate, pleading.

He looked at me as though I was faking my feelings. “Are you done with your drama? Or whatever the fuck that is?” he smirked, “you’ve ruined the fun” he retorted, standing up straight and pulling both his sleeve higher up his arm, his arms were covered with tattoos, these are new? The last time I saw Mateo he had just one, his mother’s name on his left shoulder. Every pattern of his tattoos was unique, there was a phoenix on his left arm, but it was bathed in blood, what could be the story behind that I wondered.

GRANDMA EMILY. “The half—moon symbol.” I gasped, pointing at the tattoo on the baby’s collar. They all gathered around but couldn’t see anything. “Mother, I don’t see anything.” Ellen said, searching frantically for the tattoo on the baby’s collar. They all stared at me like I was saying something totally unimaginable. They had forgotten that I am a seer. I smiled widely, my breathing now stable. It’s been revealed to me the baby’s fate. He will be a great and powerful wolf, many will fall at his mercy and he will conquer packs and nations.

But even through the quiet violence of his touch, all she could focus on was him. His scent—clean, crisp, with the faintest hint of smoke—wrapped around her like a shackle. The glow from the city skyline seeped into the room, casting a halo of light around his sharp, impossibly beautiful features. His jet-black hair fell over his forehead, just brushing the long scar that slashed across his right eye. He was breathtaking in the most dangerous way—tall, broad, his toned muscles stretching beneath his dark shirt, his presence a storm of barely restrained power.

Emmeline obeyed, and the sensation of his hands gently washing her shoulders and back made her melt. But as she turned, she caught sight of his reflection in the massive mirrored wall beside the tub. Emmeline's breath hitched. She spun back around, reaching out before she could stop herself. "Turn around," she demanded softly. Zavian raised an eyebrow but indulged her, turning his broad back to her. Emmeline stared in absolute awe. Spanning the entire width of his muscular back was a breathtaking tattoo of a dragon. It was intricately detailed in deep obsidian ink with subtle shading that made the scales look three-dimensional.

I wanted to meet him sooner. The Blood Tyrant. The Emperor. The monster. I closed my eyes. And for the first time in years… I dreamed of blood.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

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