Howling Wolf Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Aidan HE STARED AT his red torso in the mirror, his focus on the tattoo of the wolf howling to the moon. Though a simple yet beautiful design, it caused him the most physical pain he had ever felt in his life since wooden needles were used. But looking at the result now, the pain was worth it. The light blue Wolf stood on a hill, her face lifted and howling to the moon. An artist from the nearest coven had been invited to the castle for this job. At first, the artist was confused about why a vampire king wanted a Wolf tattoo.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

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.

Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

The empty spaces where seven wolves once stood like a circle that couldn’t be broken. “They’re gone,” I say. “Gone how?” I think about that. About the moment the thread snapped. About the way everything just… stopped. “Unmade,” I answer. The word sits between us. Heavy. He studies me like he’s trying to see what that cost. I don’t help him. I don’t know how to explain something I barely understand myself. His gaze shifts upward. To the Moon. It’s still there. But it looks… farther. Smaller.

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

It would be easier to just jump from underneath, but I don’t want to run the risk of anyone seeing me, as I have the convenience of having several steps to get here. I go inside and close the door behind me, small pangs coming from my right shoulder. I undress and go to take a hot shower. The water seems to relieve my external wounds, but not internal ones. I have a tattoo on my right shoulder that depicts a half-moon with a wolf’s head next to it. This tattoo identifies me as the cursed Alpha, my father used to tell me. According to the ancients, those born in the night of a red moon were destined to hatred, loneliness, and do great things. I honestly never cared much, but I know that every

Until a tattoo began to appear from the palm of Kylie's right hand to the extent of her arm right on there right now. A tattoo shaped like a long striped constellation with blackish red color on there. Not only that, the moon tattoo which is a sign that Kylie and Arther are a mate is right now even starting to look like a change on there. The shape of the tattoo has changed to be a little bigger, and almost fills the upper chest on Kylie's body. Something that had never even happened to the werewolves and their mates that were anywhere in the Blake Light Pack right on there about right now. “AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!”