Novel & Cerita Honey Moon Tattoo

Now, I wonder what it means… and what it meant to him. I reach for it gently, my fingers brushing his neck, soft and tender. It is warm and sacred. It looks like an image of a flower, but it isn’t. It’s something else. Something much more powerful. A deep meaning carved from the holiest and most sacred heart. Then I wonder, if the moon tide tattoo is the most important one on his body, then it must also be his weakness. His enemies must never find this out, or they’d use it to destroy him.

"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).

When he finished, he held me tight and whispered, “You are mine.” The next morning he left a small gift box on the kitchen table. Inside was a beautiful silver necklace. “For you,” he said simply. I wore it every day. Two weeks later he planned a surprise weekend getaway. He booked a nice cabin near the lake. Lily stayed with her grandparents. For two days it was just us. We walked along the water. We made love in front of the fireplace. He brought wine and cooked steak. Everything felt perfect. Too perfect. At night I would catch him staring at me while I slept. I woke up once and found him sitting up in bed, eyes open, watching my face in the dark.

“Well, there you have the key word —intimate. It happens during the full moon, when we women are in estrus. That causes the men to be in heat too.” “You already have estrus?” I asked, surprised. She undid the first button to her shirt to show me the little tattoo of the crescent moon wrapped in vines under her collarbone. “Is that something of your family? Your mother has it too.” “It’s the symbol of the imprinted wolves, Joy.” I faced her with eyes like grapefruits. “You’re imprinted?” Her sweet smile lit up her face when she nodded. “His name is Dugan and he belongs to the western clan. He’ll arrive with his family for the party. Then we’ll get engaged, and he’ll stay with me forever.”

9 months later. . . T.B.C. So how was the honey moon section?? What do you think is gonna happen 9 month later??

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

I take in a sharp breath at the feeling it gives me, he props himself up on the headboard and sighs. "Six." He says softly, "Mom, Myles, Trevor, our infertility, what are the other two for?" His eyes wander from the marks on my thighs up to my face. I blow out a soft breath and focus my attention on the tattoo above his head. The moon, surrounded by words in Spanish. For she tamed the beast, guided by the moon. I trace my fingers over the meaningful tattoo and don't dare look Ramon in the eye. "Bravo." My voice is low- "because I'm not the wolf he needs me to be," my head slowly drops and I let my eyes land on Ramon's.

“For the love locker, the male will get the tattoo on his chest, while the female will receive the tattoo behind her neck. This will ensure that the couple lives a long and happy life together. Are you two ready?” “Ready.” Juan and Mona nodded their heads in unison. Picking up one of the needles next to him, the monk patted Mona’s head with one hand, and tattooed her while chanting an incantation they didn’t understand. The method to tattoo the love locker was very special, because two locks had to be tattooed on two separate people’s bodies. Royal Monk Lum did not finish one tattoo before continuing with the other, but worked on both alternately. Juan had no idea what this meant. Anyway, th

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

It was so far the worst combination Moon ever tried, because that meant he was in the worst mood ever. Sky was as always mesmerized by his looks, especially in a new light of recently explored feelings. Moon was above 6 foot and well built. His back was covered in black ink. A snake coiled at the expanse of his broad back and his arms were covered with random notes and one liner. Sky knew he had tattooed the names of his family on his left and right peck. And a little heart with Lexi’s name engraved in blooming colors. “Are you here to stare at me or something”? Moon said in a low, gravel tone. Sometimes Sky would wonder if it was Moon or Conrad speaking.