Moon Phases Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

She had on her big clothes again, but he couldn't stop imagining her in the other things she had worn, and he had also recognized something else on her. There was a moon tattoo between her collarbones. He had always known about that. But now, on her back, just between her shoulder blades was a sun tattoo. It reminded eerily of the one behind Xander's back. "What do your tattoos mean?" He asked. "Luna and Sol." "What?" "Moon and Sun. In Spanish." She answered, "Eros is my Moon. My resting place at night. The cool breeze I need to keep me sane, and he bears the same beauty."

But this time, I was not alone. Before me stood the figure of the Moon Goddess, her presence casting a radiant aura that seemed to illuminate the darkness around her. There is a small Moon tattooed across her forehead that is illuminating with so much brightness. Her voice, melodic and serene, called out to me, beckoning me to heed her words. But this time, I remained resolute, refusing to acknowledge her divine presence. I turned away, my gaze fixed firmly on the ground beneath my feet, determined to ignore her pleas.

Light a sage stick in the corner to help ward off the bad vibes I’m feeling. As get ready to take a bath I look at myself again in the mirror. There is a slight ache where the rouges claws dug deep. But I notice something. I have a new tattoo over it. It’s a crescent moon and a star above it. Strange that wasn’t there the other day. I’ll have to ask Hannah about it in the morning. After a long soak I head to bed. Knowing the next 2 weeks are literally a fight for survival. And I have a lot to lose.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

he asked her as she sat back down and started drawing. "He said his cousin did it for practice, that was back in September. It had a crescent moon with the tips almost meeting with a small circle connecting them. Here." she held up the notebook of the design. He raised a brow as he examined it, never having seen that design before. "I've never come across this before. It could pass for being a new style of tattoo work or maybe a lighter version of tribal? I apologize, tattoos are not normally my forte. I could ask the King himself, but I think his wife just had the twins."

“I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.” Elliot Calloway growled again. He was in the same class as I was. Calm, reserved, and kind, but he always followed his cousin, Drake, along. One minute he would sit with me at lunch, and the next, he would join this group to laugh at me. “No, no, I agree with Nathan!” Selene said excitedly. “The Moon Goddess can tell us who we are mated with.” “Boo-hoo,” mocked Drake. “But, well, it is better than being here. Full Moon celebration is boring.”

And that was when Brayden dragged a hand through his hair, the motion pulling his open shirt further off his left shoulder, baring more of his chest to the pale morning light. Moonless’ eyes caught on it before he could stop them. Every word died in his throat. A tattoo, small and dark, inked just above his heart—a crescent moon split clean through the middle, one half smooth, the other jagged like something had been torn rather than cut, the two halves bound together by a thin circling line, like a wound stitched shut and called whole. The same tattoo he had seen on the chest of the man who had called him “my favorite experiment.”

You’re their soul, Sam, he linked, pine scent her vow, my flame. And you’re mine, Kev, she linked, green eyes glowing, tattoo tingling. Moon’s ours. The clearing sang—mugs clinked, laughter soared, firepit roared. Lupines danced, pines hummed, moonlight washing scars, blood, fear. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s touch her root, the pack’s pulse her victory. The eclipse was dust, red eyes ash, their bond—fire, steel, stone—a flame for all nights, a howl under a sky reborn.

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

Now, I wonder what it means… and what it meant to him. I reach for it gently, my fingers brushing his neck, soft and tender. It is warm and sacred. It looks like an image of a flower, but it isn’t. It’s something else. Something much more powerful. A deep meaning carved from the holiest and most sacred heart. Then I wonder, if the moon tide tattoo is the most important one on his body, then it must also be his weakness. His enemies must never find this out, or they’d use it to destroy him.