Honey Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

She had on her big clothes again, but he couldn't stop imagining her in the other things she had worn, and he had also recognized something else on her. There was a moon tattoo between her collarbones. He had always known about that. But now, on her back, just between her shoulder blades was a sun tattoo. It reminded eerily of the one behind Xander's back. "What do your tattoos mean?" He asked. "Luna and Sol." "What?" "Moon and Sun. In Spanish." She answered, "Eros is my Moon. My resting place at night. The cool breeze I need to keep me sane, and he bears the same beauty."

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 skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.

Beneath the moonlight, with the ancient stones as our only witnesses, we sealed our bond most anciently. Afterwards, as we lay tangled together on the soft blankets Jackson had thoughtfully prepared, I traced the mark I'd left on his neck. It had already begun to heal in the accelerated way of our kind, but would remain visible forever, a crescent moon with a tiny star at its centre. "Your mark has a diamond in it," Jackson murmured, his fingers gently exploring the claim he'd left on my skin. I smiled, unsurprised. "The Goddess has a sense of humour, it seems."

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.

" he sounded surprised, as he moved the hair from behind my ear, showing the crescent moon tattoo. "My love? When were you marked by the goddess?" he asks as he runs his finger down the mark. "A couple of years ago, after being near death. I woke up with it." I say softly. "I never said anything about it to everyone." "You know what it means?" he hugs me tightly, as I shake my head no. "You are meant to be a powerful Luna. And that you are special." he smiles as I look up at him. "I love you Xavier" I say looking up at him

His gaze was intense, and full of heat and want, both at a level I could not prepare for. I had to look away because of the intensity, but I couldn’t move my head, so I dropped my eyes, and they locked onto something on his forearm. I grabbed his hand so fast, and pulled it down in one sharp movement, looking at the tattoo on his arm, a tattoo of a moon and juniper sprigs. It was almost identical to the drawing I had sent him for his birthday, although the sprigs were framing the moon instead of being in front of the moon.

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.

“He used to come to my room in the middle of the night and we would have a go at it. Once he was done, he always left quickly before anyone ever saw us together. It was so hot. After all, you of all people know how damn hot he gets when he is in the middle of slamming his cock in my rear end. And the tattoo on his left butt cheek is the bomb.” When she says that last thing, it hits home. Then I start listening, because he does have a tattoo on his left butt cheek of a moon. Of all things to have a moon on his butt. The first time I saw it, I had a hard laugh because he is mooning everyone. “Get it?” He asked me when he caught me staring at it. “What?” I pretend hard not to know what h