Moon Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

The moment my consciousness sank into boundless darkness, I thought it was the end. But then, warmth seeped into me. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw the moon goddess again. "...Dear moon goddess?" I whispered, my voice echoing in the vast, starry void. "My mission failed. I didn't win anyone's love." The Goddess's compassionate gaze fell upon me, her ethereal voice echoing through the space, reaching the very depths of my being. [Child, according to our agreement, with the failure of your mission and confirmation of your death, your consciousness should have completely dissipated.]

Beneath the moonlight, with the ancient stones as our only witnesses, we sealed our bond most anciently. Afterwards, as we lay tangled together on the soft blankets Jackson had thoughtfully prepared, I traced the mark I'd left on his neck. It had already begun to heal in the accelerated way of our kind, but would remain visible forever, a crescent moon with a tiny star at its centre. "Your mark has a diamond in it," Jackson murmured, his fingers gently exploring the claim he'd left on my skin. I smiled, unsurprised. "The Goddess has a sense of humour, it seems."

I nodded my head again only to correct myself and whisper a soft, “yes.” “Good little bunny.” His hand rubbed the top of my head, making me smile brightly as his teeth glistened in the red sun. Clearing his throat, he pointed to the moon that hung on the opposite side of the sky. “Selene is who you saw. She is the Moon Goddess, that is why she has a moon crescent on her forehead.” My eyes trailed to the blue moon, cocking my head to the side in wonder.

Catherine’s POV: I blinked, staring closely at the crescent moon tattoo that was showing just on the middle of my back. It was large, covering up to my lower back but not any farther than that. “What does it mean?” I asked curiously. I looked at the details of the crescent moon more carefully this time, scrolling over the photos on his phone as I lifted it nearer to my face. “Hmm... Traditionally, the half-moon symbolizes the strength and power of a true Luna.” He uttered, causing my brows to furrow as I took in his words.

Tears burned in her eyes, and she struggled to hold them in. She was now wary of letting Shania hug her, but her father’s words had taken the fight out of her. Shania touched my dress delicately, envy blazing in her eyes. But before she could say anything, Mina ushered her out, leaving the rest of the family to follow. She glanced at Atticus briefly and he gave her a genuine smile. She smiled back and walked out onto the porch. Mina stopped her before she could take another step. “Wait! You can’t step onto the bare ground. The moon goddess’s place is in the heavens. It is a bad omen if you touch the ground.” She declared.

But why does my heart still hurt so badly when I saw him? The Priestess of the Moon Goddess steps onto the altar by the lakeside. She is a mysterious woman, dressed in flowing white robes with a veil covering her face. The ritual begins with a group of priestesses and priests carrying lanterns filled with glowing crystals. They walk in a slow, rhythmic pattern around the altar, chanting hymns to the Moon Goddess. The air is filled with the sound of soft, melodic chanting and the rustle of robes. The Moon Goddess's priestess steps forward and performs a cleansing ritual. She dips a ceremonial silver chalice into the lake, lifts it towards the moon, and pours the water over the altar, symboliz

someone took a seat next to me, announcing his arrival. "Shh...." I shushed the culprit, who never learned how to talk in a low voice. "Oh, what the ghosts might get disturbed?" he mocked, showing the perfect smile that made many girls swoon over him. "What are you doing here?" I whispered, "and would you stop calling me moon girl?" He shrugged, turning the page of my book, earning a slap on the hand, "but you are the moon girl." I touched the faint brown mark on my wrist that resembled the crescent moon. I pulled the fabric of my sleeve to cover the mark.

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

) The light lifted up, still shining, showing the presence of the Moon Goddess, and watching over us. I looked towards Azrael, and noticed strange markings, shining as they were showing off on his naked chest, making me look down onto my own just to find the same markings. Azrael noticed what I was looking at, making him explain to me, "Those are the markings of Moon Goddess chosen ones, warriors.” I looked at him for a moment when I heard the explanation, “But why do I have them?” He smirked before he answered, “She chose you.”

Jake nodded. “Until the next full moon.” Rhiannon told him. “Until the next full moon.” Jake said as he came around to see Ashur holding a glass of water. “Are you ok?” Ashur asked him. Jake sat up nodding. He had a lot to think about. He wondered what the Moon Goddess meant by Felan and Keyne being more than pack leaders. He took a sip of the water Ashur handed him before saying, “The Moon Goddess is really with Felan.” “That seems to be the case.” Ashur replied.