Momma Bear Tattoos Novels & Stories

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

I got the French tips, Anna got the ombre,mom also got the French tip, and Lisa got the chrome. “ Don't you think it's time Lisa got her ears pierced?”. Mom voiced out. “ Yeah, that's a great idea, but it's up to Lisa”. “ I really want to get my ears pierced”. Lisa said excitedly

Mom with her wild auburn hair whipping in the wind, Dad grinning beside her, and me as a gangly teenager, my arms wrapped around a much younger Aofie. They looked so alive, so unbreakable. A perfect family portrait, or so I'd always thought. I stared at the photo under the dim bulb's flickering glow, my breath catching. My eyes lingered on Mom's wrist, where a bracelet of seashells partially obscured her skin. I squinted, tilting the photo closer to the light. There, peeking out from beneath the shells, was a tattoo — a bold, stylized letter V, etched in delicate black ink, the lines curving like a serpent's tail.

He asked me a little surprised. "Yeah, I shouldn't be the only one who has it. That's just selfish." I said with a grin. He knows the 'Born Moon' wolf is the only tattoo I have drawn that is not offered in my shops for public use. It is private and personal only to me. So is Bella. I wanted her to have a piece of me nobody else has. Even if the only way I can do it is through my art. I also want everyone to know they were both exclusively mine.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

My soul and body were now completely wrapped up in Malcolm. Even my wolf Sia, who had been silent and traumatized since the day that Arden attacked and pushed us down the stairs which resulted in the death of our unborn child, was now making contented noises in my head. We were home in his arms, and for a moment everything felt right with the world, nothing missing. My silver eyes carefully examined every sculpted part of his body, admiring the flawless figure of my mate, I leaned more closer and kissed the tattoo on his chest. It's a drawing of the moon and a wolf with an initial M. The inking was incredibly beautiful.

And animated and overly exaggerated red X popped up claiming I was wrong. 1 chance left. Shit. "How the hell was I wrong?" Colour and creature! White and tiger! You know what? Fuck it!. This was probably just some dumb website created by some dumb kid to play dumb tricks on desperate people. Fuck the dumb kid, fuck my dad and fuck the gangster wannabes with white bear tattoos on their forehead. Wait! White bear? It was worth a shot. I typed in the words, cursor hovering over the enter option. Here goes nothing.

Mua left a glance to the kids before shifting to her wolf form and dashing through the forest and back to the pack house. “Where are you going Mom, Dad?” Garox asked and Etheal can’t take her gaze away from where Mua has left. “Was that the painted wolf in Auntie Cassie’s book?” Etheal asked. “Is it true that the tattoos were from the Sun Goddess?” Garox pulled the hem of my shirt and Nix’s shirt. “Mom... Dad... is she kind? She smiled at me! She seems angry but she smiled!” Nix let out a hearty chuckle and dragged the kids back inside. “The questions will be answered after breakfast…”

On Orsina’s upper arm, the image of a wolf, and on the exact same place, Zach has an image of a bear. The carving is no longer. Now, Norah and Arlo and their legacy live on in the strange, beautiful tattoos marking Orsina and Zach. Bears don’t do claiming marks as part of their mating ritual - Orsina told me that, when we were stuck in the prison trailer together talking - so this seems to be taking their place. Zach and Orsina are now sealed into their mated bond, marked with and for each other.

“This was handed down in my family, to be given to each magical descendant of the Moon Goddess. It’s said to be crafted by the Goddess herself. A bracelet.” As mom put the bracelet on me, it glowed, running marks up my forearm and hand. The bracelet itself, disappeared, leaving a tattoo on my skin. A white wolf, a Blood Moon, and some tribal markings going from my knuckles to the middle of my forearm. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry Remi!” Mom panicked.