Tatooed Luna Novels & Stories

I could trust her and talk to her freely, that's why her teasing didn't bother me at all, cause I tease her just as much. My initiation ceremony as official Luna of this pack was only a few days away and I spent every minute of my spare time getting ready for it. I was learning werewolf history, pack territories and Alpha's and Luna's of each pack. As a Luna I will be attending the meetings alongside Luke and will have my share of responsibilities looking after our pack as well. So I had to be prepared for anything. Luke was even teaching me self defense and what to do in case of attack, not that I wouldn't completely freak out and forget all that if that was the case, but he wanted me to be

The luna smiled from her sleep, her daughter was sent from the heavens. She smiled at the girl who also smiled in return before going to dispose of the now-warm water and towel. Caia then got back in bed with her mother wrapping a tiny arm under her bosom. Mother and daughter went back to sleep like that until wet kisses woke up the luna. She smelt him before she saw him. Fresh wintermint scent with side tones of a loamy musty smell infiltrated her nose. When she opened her eyes, deep red ones stared back at her in love.

How on earth did she get involved with people like them? “I love you too much to let you go, Nicholas and I am going to make sure I become the Luna of our pack. You can try as much as you want but as long as Michelle is alive, then my safety is guaranteed. If you think I am lying, why don’t you try and hurt me and see her get hurt in the process. Here” she tilts her neck and pulls her clothes a little away from her neck and this is when I see a small tattoo there, a tattoo I have never noticed before.

Luna's tears slowly subsided as she took deep breaths, allowing herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing her down. After some time, Luna separated herself from me, with tears now drying on her cheeks. She looked up at me with a small smile as she held her hand to me, gesturing for me to look at the arms that she had rolled up. "I want you to see the scars," Luna whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability. I took her hand and gently traced my fingers over the faded marks. Her pale skin was marked with cuts, bruises, and scars, each telling a story of pain and survival. Luna's eyes held a mixture of sadness and resilience as she shared this intimate part of herself wi

"Tartan is a rare and deadly poison and only the experienced know of it. Luna doesn't have long, Alpha." If I wasn't already laying on the bed, I would have crashed on the floor and wailed out in pain and confusion. How did my life become worse, then perfect and then worse again? I thought being a Luna was the breakthrough. What was this? Who would do something like this? Who hates me so? "Who?"

“Okay?” Taking the tissues out, and pulling out the most beautiful white silk button up oversized shirt and matching shorts. It said Luna on the back. “I got matching ones but it doesn’t say Luna!” Emmy held up hers. “I love it!” “Good, I’m going to shower and you need to wait for the rest till I bet back!” She took off. Grabbing some lotion, I was able to put some on, get dressed and was working on blow-drying my hair before she came out. “Oh good! You got it started.”

The two women stretched their hands and widened their eyes, crying even more and loudly. "Hehe!" Luna shook her head amusingly and twitched her lips. " You think someone can save you? Bloody idiots! Your cries can never be heard! You are trapped here, in my hands. And guess what, you can't shift into your wolf, not when my poison is still active." As she chimed, her words turned more evil and vile, making her to appear malevolent than the devil himself. " Luna, you have a date with Alpha Zayn in the next 10 minutes." A youngish lady in a warrior outfit also, strode to meet the so called Luna and informed her in a polite tone.

Luna snapped as she walked over to him and snatched the dress, then snapped her fingers. The dress appeared on her body, and Bartram grinned with delight. The dress suited her so perfectly; she looked like a moon goddess that had just stepped out of the lunar realm. "Are you done staring? Can we go now?" She inquired, trying to act impatient. "Not yet. Your birthmark is showing," He said, pointing at her forehead. Luna raised her hand to touch her forehead and hurried to the mirror. The glowing symbol of a half-moon and another unidentifiable mark appeared. She grabbed a brush and tried to hide it, but her father took it from her and styled her hair to perfectly conceal the mark.

An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow. She opened it. I can't undo yesterday. So I bought tomorrow's light. — K Luna read it twice. Then she laughed. Not a soft, polite laugh. Not a dismissive snort. A full, bright, unrestrained laugh that echoed across the courtyard and probably reached the ridge where Kael was undoubtedly watching. Dante looked down at her, his dark eyes warm with satisfaction. "Good. That's the correct response." "Is he serious?" she managed between giggles. "He bought a sun. A whole additional sun."

She nodded her head, turned on her heel and headed into the room. When she reached Tate, she pulled the blanket up over him, brushed his curls out of his face, and kissed his head. She turned back around with a steely look on her face. Her jaw was set, her chin raised, and her shoulders squared. She looked every inch the incredible Luna that she was. "Let's show your father that photo and find out who this bitch is and what she wants so that we can end this... once and for all..."