Moon Dreamcatcher Tattoo Novels & Stories

Even Luna Astra joined weakly, her voice cracking with pain. After the howl, the Moon Priestess stepped forward. She was an old woman with silver hair, carrying a bowl of glowing moon water. She sprinkled the water over Lysander's body while chanting ancient words: "Moon Goddess, receive your son. Guide his spirit through the eternal hunt. Let his strength live on in his bloodline. Let his wisdom protect his pack forever." She then placed a small crystal moonstone on his chest, symbolizing his return to the moon. The pack watched in reverent silence.

Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am. Every night, when the moon rises high in the sky, I take a moment to thank the moon goddess for the gift of my family. Selene, with her bright smile and curious nature, always finds a way to make me laugh. She has this incredible ability to see the beauty in everything, and her enthusiasm is contagious. Kingdom, on the other hand, is my little protector. He has a kind heart and a strong spirit, always looking out for his sister and me. Together, they make my world complete.

Oh, my goddess, what are we going to do? "Kelp, how touched?" I asked. "I don't know, but she's close to the goddess. Won't know how close until she turns 17." is his answer. Anyone who is moon touched means they are related to our moon goddess, Selene. They can be male or female, but no one knows their relationship to the goddess until they turn 17 and the mark appears on their forehead. The goddess then visits her relatives, helping them to understand their power.

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

"Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up" Tina squealed, "This is it guys, the beginning of our adulthood" Tate groaned and walked off. "Goodluck Eve" Jude told her and walked off as well. "Come on Eve, lets go line up" Tina grabbed Eve and took her to line up. They sto

"Then let’s begin." She gestured for Lena to take her place among the circle of runes carved into the earth. The moment Lena sat down, the space around her vibrated as though with some force. Celeste knelt beside her, palm hovering above Lena's heart. "The power of the Moon Goddess is based on your feelings," Celeste said. "That is your hurts, your rage, your love-all of them are the energy. But you have to be careful very much. Once you lose yourself in that then probably will not be better than the creatures we oppose to."

"You had no right." "I know." "I didn't consent to this." "I know." "Then fix it!" My voice cracked. "Undo it. Remove it. Whatever you did, reverse it." "I can't." "You can't or you won't?" "Both." He moved closer. I backed away. He stopped. "An imprint can't be undone, Elara. It's written into your biology now. Your scent. Your blood. Every werewolf within a hundred miles knows you belong to me."

When he placed it on the table, Lyra felt a vibration run through the air — faint, like a whisper she could almost hear. “Few remember it,” Eldritch said. “Fewer still believe. But every few centuries, the Moon marks one of her own. Not a wolf, not a human — something in between. A bridge, or a blade.” Lyra unwrapped the silk with trembling hands. Inside was a fragment of parchment, the ink faded but legible, the edges burned. It wasn’t written like a report. It was a poem. “When blood and moon entwine in flame, a child of dusk shall bear the name.

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

As though my pain was just a lesson for the pack to learn. "If the Moon Goddess made a mistake," a voice called out, "then maybe the mistake isn't the bond." The hall went quiet. I looked toward the voice. It was an older wolf, one of the pack elders. His name was Marcus too, I remembered. The irony wasn't lost on me. "What do you mean?" the Alpha asked. The elder turned and looked directly at me. "Maybe the mistake was choosing the wrong mate. Maybe the Moon Goddess intended for someone else to be Alpha Ryker's Luna."