Luna Moth Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

The starfield above shimmered, constellations forming hearts and hands, yet a faint shadow slithered through them, like a crack in their trust. The path opened into a golden atrium, its walls a tapestry of their love—Kade’s fierce kisses, Selene’s protective spells, Lucas’s defiant hugs, Bryan’s quiet smiles. At its center stood a loom, not raw or eternal but alluring, its frame pulsing with golden light, its threads soft and enticing, weaving a tapestry of love—a nexus of eternal bonds, hearts unbroken, pain erased. The hum swelled, and a voice emerged, sweet and intoxicating: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, weave your love eternal.”

That means all the pain I was going to endure would be in vain. I suddenly became unsure if I was still willing to go ahead with the ritual. I watched Selene pour the Lunar ink into a bowl. And began mixing it as she began speaking strange words which I guessed were spells. “Don’t be scared. The Lunar ink is made from moonflower extract which is a rare flower that only blooms under a full moon. She would use it to draw a rune on your forehead,” Priestess Tanya explained. For someone who didn't have magic, she sure knew a lot about it. Maybe it was because she was a Priestess.

Ancient symbols, carved deep into the shrine's stone walls, whispered of prosperity, fertility, and the unbreakable bond between mates. For generations, the Luna ceremony had adhered to sacred traditions, an homage to the ways of the ancestors. The decorations, rich with significance, were drawn from nature itself. Freshly cut vines were draped over the stone pillars surrounding the shrine, symbolizing growth and strength. Flowers, chosen for their meanings, adorned the pathways—white roses for purity, deep crimson peonies for passion, and lavender sprigs for devotion. Statues of wolves, carved from obsidian and quartz, stood guard at the entrance, their eyes glinting under the sun’s golden

"I understand how important it is to you, but I assure you everything will be fine." "You know, uhm, I had asked about this birthmark when I first met the Luna. That crescent moon is a special symbol bestowed by the Moon Goddess on wolves she favors. Luna Sarai is also a white wolf, and such wolves have direct contact with Selene herself. Although they are rare, they often belong to high-ranking noble families," he added thoughtfully.

“There are ways to lessen his interest. Ways to redirect him. Ways to leave him… satisfied enough not to destroy you again.” My breath caught. “Does… does that work?” “It has worked before,” she said quietly. “On others.” On others, not on herself. He did not touch his Luna. He would never dare. She looked at me as though she felt the shape of my thoughts. “You think I'm cold,” she murmured. “You think I allow this.” I felt shame lick at my throat. “I don’t- I didn’t mean-” “You may think so,” she said gently. “What you must also understand is this: the heir of this pack cannot be born broken. A Luna must remain whole.” Her eyes darkened, a shadow passing beneath the surface. “Athena girls a

“ need any thing “ I asked as she started to look tired. “ maybe some juice or water “ mea said as I hold her hand and she smiled at me. “ right away my queen “ as I said that and kissed her hands she started to blush which was really cute . I smiled and walked out. I walked to one of the nurses and asked where the vending machine was, “around the corner, to your left” she said “ thanks “ I replied “ no problem, alpha” she said bowing . I know I was supposed to be next in line but, now mea was there alpha but I guess they can’t call me Luna. I laughed to my self Turing the corner and found what I was looking for. I but juice and water and more sweets don’t know why but I craved it even thoug

I had gotten Frankie and that had been the desire of my heart, but the reality that I was the next Luna to our people made my heart so full it felt as if it could burst. I asked what it looked like as I realized I had never actually looked at the Conway Alpha mark that Luna Fran wore as well. “It’s a silhouette of a howling wolf’s head and neck, with a wolf within it howling at a crescent moon and stars,” he said and kissed the area sending a fresh wave of sparks through me.

Later that night, Ares was sitting at the balcony of his room facing the shore while indulging in a glass of whiskey. On his left hand was his laptop. On-screen were the photos that Daniel had sent him this morning. His facial expression changed when he saw Monaco Clan's portrait on screen. They all had a tattoo just like the one on Luna's wrist. The only difference is that they were tattooed on their neck while Luna has her on the wrist. Was it merely a coincidence? After months of digging through Luna's identity, the only lead he has is this tattoo. He found her in the forest, which belonged to his family. And the fact that the place was already abandoned, the woman's appearance made it mo