Moon Phases Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

He stared at the ceiling as if asking the gods why they were doing this to us. Hey, whoever is up there, why are you treating me like this? I wanted to ask the same thing. “So, I’m guessing that like Ray, you caught my scent and a glowing tattoo appeared on your wrists. What shape is it?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “A crescent moon,” Ray, Bill, and Neville replied in unison. “Dammit.” “What’s yours?” Frank asked, lighting the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth. “A waxing gibbous.”

Instantly, my eyes opened. Alec leaned down to kiss me but I swerved out of the way. “Whoa!” “What?” Alec felt a little hurt by that. “Your mark! I mean , our mark. It’s so cool looking.” I knew Alec was watching me as I traced over. It was a full black moon with a design in the middle. Alec had his arms around my waist, keeping me pressed up against him as I studied it. It was truly unique. Alec’s had a design on his that looked like an abstract A. Mine was more like an L.

It was a really strange piece of work but it also looked quite attractive at the same time. On top of the tattoo, there was an edge of the sphere that resembled the waning moon and started downwards with a series of vice-like lines that possibly looked like vines or serpents and in the middle part of it was shaped into something like a two-tray scale and ends with something in the form of a fire-like sketch. It was a very odd combo. I reasoned out that maybe the serpent and balance represented lies and justice, but the moon and fire made no sense. “Did I ever mention that you look very cute when you’re face is scrunched up with confusion?” A rick velvety voice speaks up beside me and I whip

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

"We want matching tattoos." We settle on a design together. A crescent moon and a small wave. The moon represents the nights that saved us, the nights we stayed up talking, crying, planning. And the wave—well, that's us. Always rising, always crashing, but never breaking, the way we always came back to each other. "You sure about this?" Cassian asked as I settled into the chair first. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?" I glare at him. "I'm not a chicken. Let's do this."

“Your neck. There’s a silver moon tattoo there. It wasn’t there before. How the hell…” What the fuck!

A searing pain flared on my shoulder. I gasped, gripping the spot with trembling fingers. It burned—like fire licking beneath my skin, like being branded from the inside out. I tore off my sleeve in a panic. And stared. There, etched into my skin, was a tattoo I had never received. A moon—full and luminous, its edges swirling in a storm of blue ink that shimmered in the light. Beneath it, foreign script curved in delicate strokes, and on each side of the moon were two strange, symbolic markings I didn’t recognize.

You have dedicated yourself to the Moon Goddess’ service. Save the moon water to cleanse and charge your moon altar and tools. One of the most effective ways of working with a goddess like Moona is to set up an altar or a space on your altar dedicated solely to her. A painting of the moon, a moon goddess statue, or even a few pieces of moonstone are a perfect representation of her. Horses, silver, and white are great for Moona altar decorations. Dedicate your altar space to her and tell her it was built in her honour. Leave an offering of moonstones, silver, moon water, a small horse figurine or drawing, a poem, etc. to appease her.

"Way less scared than before. Less alone too. It's like you're always with me now somehow." That confirmed what I was already thinking. We were connected now. Bonded together in some weird way. "Can I take another look at your marks?" She rolled up both her sleeves without asking any questions. The blue lines were definitely shaped like moon phases. New moon. Waxing crescent. Full moon. Waning crescent. All arranged in perfect circles. I rolled up my sleeves too so she could see. Luna's mouth fell open. "Yours look exactly like mine!"