Howling Wolf Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I am not sure yet. I just heard some ladies at the club talking about it. However, what if it's just another mob called Black Wolves, you don't even know what the killer looks like?" "I may not have seen his face, but he has a black wolf tattoo. A tattoo of a wolf was clearly drawn on his arm, and the word BLACK was boldly drawn in it, signifying black wolves. I am sure every clan member must have a tattoo like that, just like we all in the Adrenaline mob, who have dragon tattoos".

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.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

I felt hollow to the core. The Moonstone Pack's crest was displayed on the wall, its presence commanding and impossible to ignore. In the center, a crescent moon made of polished obsidian seemed to faintly glow, capturing every bit of light as if it held the night sky within it. Stars were etched deeply into the rough granite surrounding the moon, their sharp points contrasting against the smoother stone. Below the moon, a snarling wolf's head emerged, every detail—its sharp fangs, narrowed eyes, and furrowed brow—etched so precisely that it felt alive. The mix of dark obsidian and rugged granite gave the crest a powerful, unshakable presence. It wasn't just a symbol; it was a reminder of wh

It was an ancient text on mythological creatures, filled with faded illustrations and cryptic symbols. Flipping through the pages, a familiar image caught my eye – a majestic wolf bathed in moonlight, its fur shimmering with an otherworldly glow. "Moon wolves," I murmured, tracing the faded illustration with a finger. The caption below it read: "Moon Wolf – A creature of immense power, blessed by the moon goddess Luna. Said to possess heightened senses, agility, and the ability to inspire and empower their pack." My heart hammered in my chest. This wasn't just some bedtime story; this was me!

I looked down. “I wanted to get some new clothes. Now I want to get some even more. I need to show this off.” She stared down at her right arm. It was covered in a black and white version of the moon goddess with a full moon behind her, and wolves hidden in the forest around her wrist. It was gorgeous and Neil did an amazing job drawing it up on the spot. I nodded, and she stared down at the fresh ink. “How does it feel?” “It stings.” She shook her arm and then smiled. “I didn’t realize what went into doing tattoos on wolves.”

She passes the pictures she is holding over to April. “Yeah, that’s it,” April says as she lays the photo in the middle of the table. “Does that symbol look familiar to anyone else?” The photo is of a craving on a cave wall. Well, actually it looks more like silver has been inlaid into the rock. There is one center image of a moon with a wolf silhouette. It has a circle of vines around it that branch out to each side to create circles around images of a wolf head baying. The two side images are mirrors of each other. I know I have seen this before I just can’t place it at the moment.

His commanding presence and unwavering resolve were palpable, leaving an indelible impression of strength and authority. No one likes to be overshadowed, and it seemed that Akira struggled to come to terms with the fact that another wolf had taken her place. I had overheard the previous debate between the two males, where the higher-ranking male had chosen me. The male wolf standing before me was unlike the others. He sported only two tattoos, a dragon and a moon, adorning his muscular arm. The intricate designs, inked in red, accentuated his powerful muscles, making him even more captivating.

I cock an eyebrow, only for him to point at the tattoo on my chest. Every male wolf gets branded with their house sigil on their thirteenth birthday. It’s not just a rite of passage. It can turn from red to black, when we first touch our fated partners. Female wolves get theirs on the wrist on their eighteenth birthday, to make sure they remain pure. My tattoo is a raven above crossed swords, the sigil of the Medeiros House. And right now, it’s burning black, like a burst of smoke on my skin.

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.