Medusa Crying Tattoo Novels & Stories

The tears soon stop and all I'm left with is a blistering headache and the dull burn and ache of the tattoo on my wrist so I dry my face with the shirt that Krystal gave me before I clutch my wrist once again to cope with the burn of the tattoo before I lay on my side on the bed and I rock back and forth while humming the lullaby my mother used to sing for me to go to bed as a kid until I finally fall asleep when I least expect it. ****************** Krystal's POV I'm still seated while watching as Alpha Hugh tries to calm Hera down as she breaks down but it isn't working and I can't help but feel sorry for her even though I don't know why she's having a breakdown. I also feel sorry for Alph

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

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?

“That’s all there is. I can read you the literal translations, but they don’t follow any rational thoughts. At least we know it means he is not ill. We should thank the Goddess for that.” “Okay, what’s the second thing?” He drops the subject, knowing we won’t get anywhere with the birthmark conversation. “Lenora’s tattoo.” Musu stops and swallows hard. She and Lenora were close friends. It’s obvious this is difficult for her. “It’s only been recorded a few times before, but Tessa’s blade server had some information. At first, I thought it looked like a discrepancy, but now I don’t think so.” Musu stops and wipes her fingers over her eyes. Marco rubs her back and whispers in her ear to soothe

The pages were filled with faded ink and cryptic symbols, old enough to tell stories long forgotten. His tone was flat, a mirror of the bored expression in his eyes. Not even the brisk chill of the library air seemed to rouse him from his apathy, though it had me fighting a heavy drowsiness. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and drift off, leaving behind every last digit and coin in this place. He continued, “Under the Luna Marks, there’s the Crescent, Half-Moon, and Full Moon.” He glanced over at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you still with me?”

Newborns taken from their mothers and families and left to starve to death, or thrown into rivers. There were only two other recordings of the "Crying Moon" or "Weeping Goddess" as some have referred to the night show. Both times, the same things happened and with more or less casualties. None of the recordings state anything other than each one started with a fight for power. It is stated in the old scriptures that should you see this sighting you need to do either one of two things. Run, or prepare for death and destruction.

These felt like common knowledge. “What about her family?” I turned another page. “Her father. I heard he’s an elder.” “Yes, My Lady. But there is something strange.” I looked at her. “What?” “The spies reported that before Calista left the pack this morning, her father gave her a locked journal. I heard from a few sources that it contains truth about why she is shiftless and most of the journals were carted by her alpha.” My hand stopped moving. “A journal?” “Yes.” I looked at the bottom of the page to see a symbol which had me freezing in place. I knew this symbol. It was a snake biting its own tail. Wrapped around a bleeding crescent moon.

It hurts badly, making me cry. I ran my hand over his bicep, tracing one of his scars, near a tattoo he had of a wolf. "I bet this is an actual picture of what Titus looks like!" I tell Merida, making my lips tug into a smile. "I bet it is." she chimes back, sighing.

Kareena says as she and Azura enter the room, holding drinks. “I’m a big boy now, Uncle Dan. I’m not a kid anymore.” Corrado states. It’s the holidays and the reason that he’s allowed to be out there for a short while longer. “Twenty minutes Cherub, then you've got to go to bed too, ok?” Azura says, placing the drinks on the table. She looks fucking fine… She got a tattoo a couple days ago, the biggest one she has so far. It’s about three inches by three inches long on her left thigh. It’s a little family of voodoo dolls. There are two little voodoo dolls with the names Leo and Azura above them. They’re holding the hands of two mini voodoo dolls. One is a little larger and one is a tiny baby

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.