Moon Dreamcatcher Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lunaya. “Spawned by the one who gave us breath. Vanished from life but spared from death. The Ethereal one gives she who is promised. To wield the power of the Triple Goddess. Where the moon is three, two will come. Once the seal is made, destiny is done. With one comes death, pain and destruction. The other comes life, love and devotion. Peril will end and the wolf will thrive. But for peace to reign, only one can survive”.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

she whispered, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Now tell me about this," Camden said with a smile, lifting Clayton's arm on the opposite side to expose a tattoo on his ribcage. Due to its position, she hadn't gotten a chance to look at it properly until now, though she had seen glimpses of it now and again. Her smile faded as she studied the tattoo. "What?" Clayton asked, sensing her change in demeanour. "What is this?" Camden inquired, her voice serious and urgent. "It's just a date," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia. "I figured as much," Camden responded, her eyes lingering on the marking. "But why is it significant to you?" Clayton let out a sigh, his

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I walked back over to my seat, leaning my elbows down on my knee. “Okay, I am listening,” I say wiping my hand down my face. “The moon goddess told your mother that your sister would need a strong and powerful mate to help protect her from the evil that would try to use her, to stand by her side.” He began to explain, “Her mate would be the future Alpha of her pack. Alone they are strong but together, they will be able to stop the evil forces that will becoming for our world. These rouge attacks aren’t random, they are looking for the Moon’s Luna, the wolf blessed by the moon goddess herself. She will have some power when she shifts, but once she mates and is marked with her mate, both of

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.

She wasn’t predictable. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes locked on her. Every muscle in her body screamed readiness, but beneath the fury and defiance, he felt the tremor in her pulse, the subtle rhythm that told him she had just touched something far bigger than her. Something she wasn’t ready to understand. The symbol she had found. His chest tightened slightly as he remembered the burned crate. The crescent moon crossed by three claw slashes. He had seen it before on bloodied uniforms, tattooed on forearms, carved into doors where wolves had disappeared without trace.

No one in my family had silver strands or eyes like mine. Mom looked out of the window into the darkness, "There was a fire." My mind immediately went to the images shown to me by the lake. What if the lake showed me the night when my biological parents died? "It happened on the full moon?" Mom looked back at me, "A few days after the full moon, you were born on the night of the full moon, but it was no ordinary full moon, it was the night of a blood moon." My stomach dropped further hearing this.

Nadia's POV The full moon hung in the sky, its cold light flooding the bedroom and stretching long, faint shadows across the floor. The only warmth in the bedroom came from the fireplace. My heart raced, a chaotic mix of dread and longing. The mark on my neck—left by my Alpha during the last full moon—had begun to burn. Would he come tonight? Suddenly, a surge of power spiked through our Mind Link. “I’m reaching home.” Panic set in.

Everything went fuzzy and I was out. Present Day. I stood from the couch and walked over to the picture on the wall. I stood in front of it, moving my eyes over the mix of colours. It was like a galaxy of stars, glitter and beautiful colours. It was the kind of picture that would make someone calm and happy. It was the type of picture someone could marvel at for hours. It was the kind of picture that someone would smile at. But not me. It was the same picture that I have been forced to look at thousands of times throughout my life. I crossed my arms and my fingers moved slowly over my forearm. The fingertips traced over the countless raised scars left behind from my childhood education. I le