Luna Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

And I turned my head expecting the guy, but instead was a girl. I frowned. "Hello there." She smiled. But it looked wicked. I turned away. "Listen, I don't know why you're still here, alive above all, but you won't distract my alpha, you hear me? He's mine. He's my fiance." I just remained silent. "Do you hear me?!" She raised her voice. "Why do you need to tell me?" I asked genuinely. "It's just a warning. I'm the Luna of this pack. The mate of the Alpha. I dare you to defy me." She said. But her voice had no power.

Marina screamed, fighting against the guards who seized her, but her cries were drowned in the sound of wolves howling, not in despair but in release. Selene stood at the center of it all, her chest rising and falling, Rowan at her side, the moon above unbroken and whole. The wolves bowed, not in fear, but in recognition, and she knew in that moment that she was no longer the rejected girl who had once wept beneath the trees. She was the White Wolf Luna. Caden lowered his head, his voice breaking. “Forgive me.” Selene looked at him, her eyes soft but unyielding. “I already did. But you will live with the cost.”

Owen asked his mouth opened and eyes budged. Alexios nodded. He had heard it clearly "Mate" His wolf had called out to her. "Then what are we doing here. Let's go meet her. I am curious about her." Owen was the most excited as his job as the next pack Gamma is to serve the Luna as her left-hand man. While she has her mate as her right-hand man, the Gamma is the one the Luna should be able to confide in the most. The one whose the Luna's safety comes top priority.

"Alpha Arthur, you're forgetting something. I'm wolf less. What do you really think you can get from someone like me?” “If you are mine, I can even make you my Luna.” I couldn't help but chuckle at this point.” “Why do you laugh?” “Because you make me laugh. Did you honestly think that I would fall for that?” “Is my offer not enough? All you have to do is say yes, and I promise you that you'll never have to suffer.” “May I ask you a question, Alpha.” “Sure, go ahead.” “Why me? Is it because you wish to prove to Alpha Drake that you could get what he has?”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

The sky is inky black, pierced only by the stars and the glaring white moon. Sitting comfortably in the emperor box are my parents, Alpha Salvatore and Luna Isabel. I remember this night very well. It was my thirteenth birthday, and I just received the first signs from my wolf spirit Lycus. I remember Father being so pleased that he immediately called an audience into the arena to celebrate, and to test my ability as a new wolf. And the tradition for that is chaining a lone human to the floor in the middle of the arena, to be let go and chased down by the wolf as fast as possible.

“I haven’t forgotten that. Well, it hasn’t caused her any problems yet. Let’s leave it for now. If it appeared it could mean the moon goddess has blessed her.” “Blessed who?” the door suddenly opened and Mel came in. “We’re both talking about Lavana. Carmelia says there’s a tattoo at her back up to her neck. A wolf tattoo.” “Really?” Mel’s eyes widened in surprise. Both nodded. “What expression was the wolf making.” “You mean the wolf tattoo?” Rolandro asked and his friend nodded. “I think it had no expression but the eyes… were that of calm or indifference with a little threat in them.” “Should we ask her about it?” Mel asked.

Taking a deep breath, Lani continued inking his skin with gentle movements. Content with her work, Lani smiled. She'd finally finished the design she'd imagined in her head. It was the wolf from The Wolves' logo, drawn on all the riders' leather jackets, with a dripping rose in its mouth. Lani loved the wolf, though. It was a part of her and was a good decision on her behalf, now Scar could forever remember the girl from the other side.

A demon wolf—dark, fire-veined, burning gold. Their muzzles turned toward each other. Their bodies oriented in unmistakable partnership. Mates. Carved above them— A crescent. But not one crescent. *Two.* One silver. One red-gold. *Entwined.* Luna's hand went to her forehead. Touched the blue crescent there. Then she looked at the back of her left hand. Where the demon blood glowed red-gold beneath the skin. *Twin crescents.* Like the mark she had seen on the carving.

They were a vivid, piercing green that seemed to see through my skin. Eucharist. The legend that could pull life back from the grave. My skin glowed, mirroring the green veins throbbing in his neck. A tattoo etched itself into my forearm—a white wolf, burning white-hot. I stared at the symbol, feeling a sting of bitter irony; a mark of the wolf burned into the skin of a girl who had just traded her inner beast for a savior. We floated in that emerald silence before the light died, dropping us hard onto the ferns.