Howling Wolf Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

They probably don't know me, and they won't believe anything I say without me showing them my Night Walker symbol. Luckily, I didn't get rid of my symbol as the Night Walker's pack member when I left the pack eleven years ago. The symbol is a moon shape mark given to any child wolf born in the Night Walker's pack. I got mine in my left wrist, humans thought it was tatoo and some of them adored it. Without this mark, it will be hard for me to walk past this boundary, so I'm glad I didn't erase it. Yes, it can be erased but once you erase it, you will be turned into a rogue.

The river, a mirror to the heavens above, reflected the moon's light, creating a serene and mystical ambiance around us. There, in the tranquility of the night, Kael nudged me to look down at my chest. Bathed in the silvery glow, my fur bore markings I hadn't noticed before. Three perfect crescent moons, each a mirror image of the one gracing the night sky. The marks were not just on my skin but were now a part of my very essence, represented in my wolf form as well.

"Baby, what are you talking about? I don't understand. What are you going to do?" Maria smiled and rolled up her shirt sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a moon with a lightning bolt crossing it on the inside of her arm, just below the elbow. The tattoo had almost faded in color and shape, but it was still visible. Theodore's eyebrows raised. "Yes? What's wrong with your tattoo? Does it itch?" Maria smiled softly and said carefully, "Honey, if I told you I was a werewolf, would you believe me?"

Chapter 1: The Mark of Rejection The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a pale silver sheen over the Midnight Howl Pack’s sacred grounds. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. Selene's twenty-first birthday, the age when a wolf finally senses their fated mate. She stood at the heart of the moonlit glade, wrapped in a gown the color of raven feathers, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like stardust. Her long obsidian hair flowed down her back in soft waves, catching the light of the full moon. Her striking violet eyes, unusual even among wolves, gleamed with excitement, hope, and the unspoken longing she had buried deep for years.

I tried to remember what the other two princes’ had on their backs, they were definitely different. “Tell me about the marking on your back,” I asked, as we walked. “They are inherited from our fathers. As a wolf, mine is a moon, unique to whichever moon I was born under. It was about three-quarters full that night. Then the stamp of our line so to speak, a paw for me,” he said, as he stopped to show me. He moaned just like the last time I touched it. A moon over his shoulder blade in the night sky with stars, and a large paw print in the center. Then a small wolf howled in the bottom left.

I don't know why but the Moon Goddess is playing a really cruel joke or my life is finally falling together correctly. Rubbing my belly I softly hum. Losing track of time I sit there until the water is ice cold. Removing myself from the tub wrapping the towel around my naked body. I look in the mirror and I see the beautiful grey wolf howling at the moon. Cradled under the grey wolf is a chocolatey cover wolf who resembles me and howls in the opposite direction with a pup at their feet.

His neck had his mate’s mark, and the Silver Lake Pack Crest was tattooed on his left upper arm. The rising silver moon reflected on the water of the lake flanked by ancient oak trees with the limbs creating an arch with the pack motto emblazoned on them. Argentum Lupus, Custos Nocits – Silver Wolf, Guardian of the Night. Celtic knots encircled the crest entwined with the lunar phases across the top and a single paw print at the base. “When do you leave?” Sirius asked, breaking the silence. “Two more days,” she replied. “I’m going to miss this.”

He chuckled as he sat down on the empty bench across from Katie and me. I looked up to meet his gaze and he smiled that gorgeous grin at me again. The brunette girl Lauren huffed and rolled her eyes annoyed that he had sat down to talk to me. "That's better. So these markings are a gift from the Moon Goddess. And don't feel bad for being curious about them, everyone is when they first meet me. When I got them the council literally inspected them with a magnifying glass which was weird. No one alive has ever seen anything like this before because they are the markings of a blessed wolf. I'm the first one born in three centuries. The blessed Full Lunar Wolf. I didn't have these until I shifted

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 am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?