Outline Luna Moth Tattoo Design Novels & Stories

I stare at it in confusion, a dull ache pulsing beneath my skin. A moment later, silver-blue light flares on my skin and then fades, leaving a delicate tattoo. A moon cradling a tiny star, and around it, ancient rune writing. It looks like a birthmark. I hear Kingston groan, and when I turn to meet his gaze, I find him staring at his wrist. He smiles, the same mark appears on his wrist, identical to mine, and when he smooths his hand over it, mine flares, glowing. “The heart has chosen,” Elder Winston announces. “We have a true Luna, the first Mooncrest has seen in over three hundred years. All hail the Luna.”

"Wait. This afternoon? As in today? As in hours ago?" "Yeah." "That's insane. Most people get a few days to adjust before they ship you off. You must have a really strong mark." Luna pulled up her sleeve. The crescent moon and shadow pattern glowed faintly in the dim light. Nova leaned closer. "Whoa. That's beautiful. And terrifying. Mine's just a basic wolf paw. See?" She held up her wrist. A simple paw print marked her skin. Four pads and claws. Nothing fancy. "Paw prints usually mean Omega," Nova said. "Which explains why everyone's already treating me like I'm fragile. What do you think yours means?"

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

“I have to change into my suit.” “You’re dressed fine.” Ashley waves her hand at my shorts and oversized t-shirt. “The more skin, the better.” “Whhaat kind of appointment is it?” I squint at her. “We’re going to see Cason Watts.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “A tattoo?” My jaw drops. *** “Luna, have you thought about your tattoo?” Cason holds a sketch pad. “Anything on the walls out front you like?” “I saw one…” I feel my heart beat faster. “It has a rose and then there’s a dagger sitting on top, but I want the dagger to go through the middle of the rose, like it’s stabbing it.”

Each arch shimmered with a different color. Blue, rippling like a river. Red, flickering like flame. Green, alive with curling vines and the smell of fresh soil. White, moving with invisible currents of air that made Luna’s skin prickle. At the center, where the Moonlight struck, lay a simple stone disc, etched with the crescent that had once burned itself into her skin. Luna’s breath caught. Her heart hammered. No one else stood with her. No Orion. No pack. No ancestors, visible at least.

I was staring at Serena, whose lips were quivering, eyes focused on mine, desperate to tell me not to freak out. “Protect her?” Rhys leered, pacing around the altar like a wolf. “You sold her out, Elliot. There's nothing much to say about physical appearance since you all were rather too busy engaging in meaningless exchange of comments and beclouding our reasoning. “You didn’t think I would recognize the force in her bloodline? The lunar tattoo only becomes visible in those who are chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. Her babies will have that and I’ll have it.”

He was staring at Drake, not breathing. “What is his plan?” I asked and looked back at Drake. “He wants that she-wolf.” he answered. “His plan is to take her and make her his Luna. He wants to mate with her and produce descendants who will be more powerful, and he thinks he will be able to take over our packs.” I was shaking and I couldn’t breathe. What if that she-wolf was Emma? Could she be strong and powerful? I never felt any power coming from her. I didn’t believe that she was strong. That was the main reason I rejected her and chose Sienna to be my Luna.

“Tonight is our night. Finally we become one in body, mind, and soul, and you gain your wolf.” My lips curl in happiness. My wolf. With the mating mark, a female gains the ability to shift. “Now go put on your robe,” He kisses me sweetly. “Wait for me by the lake. I’ll be there soon.” An hour. There’s an hour left for the moon to rise and my blood hums in anticipation.

As she leaned forward to clean the last smear of blood from his skin, the hem of her tiny shirt lifted—and that’s when he saw it. A moon-shaped crescent, delicate yet fierce, curled low along her back. Before he could stop himself, his fingers reached for it—only for one of her plants to snap a thin green stem across his knuckles. “Ow—!” he hissed, jerking back. Lilune turned, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she said, “That’s a sign to keep your hands put, young man.” He smirked despite himself. “Well, I was just curious. Nice tattoo you’ve got there, though.”

Aria's POV The image on the screen made my breath catch. It was the strange mark on Luna's arm, and it was more precise than ever. The lines curved in the same deliberate pattern–sharp where they needed to be, and soft where they bled into another. Even the tiny break I noticed on Luna's arm along the lower arc was there. It was more like a direct picture taken from Luna's arm. But that wasn't all. Beneath the image was a name written in a script that looked ceremonial even in its modern font.