Moon Phases Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Finding a bar of soap on the side of the tub, I scrub my body and hair until the water is brown instead of pink. I don't linger before I leave, wrap myself in a towel and go to the mirror. Somehow I turn at an awkward angle to see the moon marks on her neck and upper back, but the image of them shocks me. The full moon is at my neck, followed by a waning moon, a waxing moon, and back to a full moon. The marks, similar to the tattoos I've seen the wolves in the pack get, are black ink and slightly raised. Suddenly, the last words of the Alpha Sylvester Ravensword come back to me like a frightening dream.

She continued with a look on her face as though she was present when it all happened. ”The moon goddess heard their cries and gave them a secret recipe for a tattoo ink that contained potent magic enough to act as a shield, and to honor her for her blessings, they chose the crescent moon” She rubbed her tattoo for emphasis on the point she’d made. I sighed, finally piecing the puzzle together. “Even after the war, the tattoos remained in our pack as a revered tradition and it's been saving our lives since then” She shrugged as though she hadn't just shared a secret of an extinct pack.

"Ooh thanks, Miss Kierra" "Does it have a meaning" "Not really, it's just a fancy tattoo. When I went to a tattoo shop I picked it because I liked the simplicity. It reminds me of our god the Moon Goddess" "That's lovely. A crown on a moon. It's a nice one. I can see that you are really faithful to her to even get a tattoo that reminds you of her " I said " Yeah I am" "I'll go back to the house to get prepared, I'll be waiting for you"

"There is no one who can tell who they are just by looking at their faces. Everyone can be one of them." "Then how are you sure that you will know who are the members and who are not?" Hunter asked him, curious about it. I, too, don't know the aces he has. "By their tattoos. However, it can't be seen until the full moon comes. It will glow like a bright light, and in that moment, they will hide." Tattoos only glow when there's a full moon? How is that even possible? "Are you sure you are not fooling us?" Vanessa asked him, irritated. She doesn't want to believe what he just said.

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi

The soft, unblemished skin of her right wrist was being permanently etched by an ancient, searing celestial fire. The heat was unbearable—like molten silver being poured directly onto her flesh. Lines of brilliant, permanent white and violet light burned into her skin, weaving together into a intricate, stunning design. A crescent moon, surrounded by seven distinct, delicate stars, locked permanently into the flesh of her right wrist—the sacred, undeniable Moon Mark of the Sovereign Empress.

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."

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

Sam smiles, wipes his lips, and lies beside me. "Tela... tomorrow I'll show you something... something important." "All right," I whisper, laying my head on his arm and my hand on his chest. "The blood moon affects you if... if you're a... last night was the fifth blood moon of the fifth month." "The what of what?" "My tattoo... it's not a tattoo... it's a mark of-" "Oh, come on, Sam... finish a sentence. I don't understand anything you're saying." "I'm going to show you... I need to give you something."

"How?" "By changing your scent," she said, pulling a small vial of crushed, glowing sea-moss from her robe. "This will mask the Moonveil signature for a time. But it comes with a price. To survive, you must stop running and start fighting. The Unbound do not shelter refugees. They shelter queens." I took the vial. The moss within pulsed with a faint, bioluminescent rhythm, syncing with the beating of my own heart. "If I stay," I said, "I have to lead."