Howling Wolf Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

"The Moon Goddess made us know there would be a number of invaders, apart from the rogues Alpha Thane has hired to attack and defeat us." "Hmm." Angus reacted, his voice unclear, sounding as though he didn't know what I was saying. "So, the Moon Goddess said any wolf anyone of you sees with a dragon tattoo around his neck, you should know such is a hybrid, and a lone wolf, in general." I kept mute, silence overwhelming the atmosphere resultantly. My chest beat a bit and I re-heard what I had said while addressing my pack members. I wasn't sure they understood anyone of my words.

I tilt my head to get a better look at it, to marvel at what I created on his neck. He was mine now for definite. The mark of a large full silvery moon with its reflection in a body of water underneath. I can make out two wolves laying by the water’s edge, the bigger wolf resting it’s head on top of the slightly smaller wolf. That must be the two of us. This is adorable.

“Sh!t, what’s happening?!” “My back,” I rasped, teeth clenched so tight they might snap. “Something’s wrong with the mate tattoo. Look. Look at it!” He rushed behind me, lifting my shirt with shaking hands. I felt his breath freeze “Kael… The tattoo…” My chest heaved. “What about it?” “It’s vanishing.” The world tilted. No. No, no, no. The mate mark, the delicate silhouette of a female wolf, etched into my flesh since the day the Moon bonded us, her mark burned on my skin—alive. But now, it is fading. Disappearing like ink in water.

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

At ten I was busy at the library reading books. “Won’t you like to know how it feels to have magic coursing through your skin? Ever wondered how it feels to feel magic in your breath, taste it with your tongue? Just like you could easily tell those wolves had a dark energy emanating from them… that’s one of the many ways it works.” “More than anything.” I replied eagerly. She smiled at me and then turned to face the full moon. “Have you ever howled before?” she asked. “I think so.” I thought about it for a while. “Probably when I was five …with my dad. The memory is a little blurry.” I replied.

It felt like I was there to experience it. My gaze fell upon a particular mural, one that drew me in with an almost magnetic pull. It depicted a scene unlike the others—an image of the Moon Wolf standing alone atop a cliff, its head raised toward the heavens. The moon above it was full, its light shining down upon the wolf as if blessing it with its celestial power. Surrounding the wolf were swirling patterns of light, symbols that I instinctively knew represented the flow of energy from the moon to the wolf. But it was the figure standing beside the wolf that captured my attention—a figure that looked strikingly like myself. The woman in the mural held out her hand.. The Moon Wolf’s paw res

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose. You see, this town is populated by werewolves and human alike. The wolves lives in the shadows, hiding their secret from the humans. They can identify each other by a tattoo of a wolf howling at the moon that is drawn at the back if their heads. I don’t know how they managed to identify and tattoo all the werewolves, but I’m guessing they all recognize each other because they are in the same pack. Janelle and her family had this tattoo as well. She had told me that it is the curse from the moon goddess. I didn’t ask for more details because I have no business with the werewolves. I have no tattoo and I am not

A tuft of fur, stained dark with blood. My wolf surged forward, a growl ripping from my throat. “What did you do?” Ryder raised his hands mockingly, as if to show he was unarmed. “Relax. It’s just a little message. Consider it a reminder of what happens when you get too comfortable.” I took a step toward him, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles ached. “If you touch anyone in my pack—” “Save the threats,” he interrupted, his tone suddenly cold. “You should be more worried about what’s coming. The howl you heard tonight? That’s just the beginning.”

Then they started walking back to where they had gone before. “Isn't it just a normal wolf?” Lawrence inquired as he tailed William once more. William came to a halt and turned to face his friend, saying, “A wolf? Yes... but no! I've seen one. The wolf isn't like that. Their eyes don't glow like that of an animal.” He then resumed his walk. Lawrence responded, “Glow like what? I'd never seen anything like that earlier.” “Seriously, bro? Its eyes were glowing like a golden treasure, how can you not notice that?” William said, unconvinced.