Tatooed Luna 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."

“ need any thing “ I asked as she started to look tired. “ maybe some juice or water “ mea said as I hold her hand and she smiled at me. “ right away my queen “ as I said that and kissed her hands she started to blush which was really cute . I smiled and walked out. I walked to one of the nurses and asked where the vending machine was, “around the corner, to your left” she said “ thanks “ I replied “ no problem, alpha” she said bowing . I know I was supposed to be next in line but, now mea was there alpha but I guess they can’t call me Luna. I laughed to my self Turing the corner and found what I was looking for. I but juice and water and more sweets don’t know why but I craved it even thoug

Don't tell me one of the two ladies you came with is your mate," he said to me. "She is your pack warrior Lauren." I saw a smile on my uncle's face. "I knew Lauren was born to be a leader but I don't know how. I now understand she is a Luna. Congratulations Logan, the moon goddess has blessed you with a wonderful mate. Logan make sure you don't hurt her, she is my little girl." "Uncle, do you also believe she has no wolf?" I asked him. "She has a wolf logan, that's what they made the pack believe and I know they have a good reason for hiding it."

That meant I was alone in the house with Luna. "What's your real name?" I asked her while we cleaned up the dishes. "Luna." Of course it was Luna. That name meant moon in some language. And these weird marks looked just like different moon phases. "Luna, can you tell me more about those marks on your skin?" She looked down at her thin little arms. The blue lines were pretty faint today. You could barely see them. "They showed up when the bad men took me away," she said quietly. "What bad men? Can you tell me about them?"

“Maybe it does.” My brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?” He stepped closer, his hand brushing against the tattoo. A spark of warmth spread through my skin at his touch, and his gaze locked onto mine. “That might be your Luna tattoo,” he said softly, his voice thick with wonder. “Your mate tattoo. You’ve unlocked it—for me.”

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

he purred, his tongue delving deep to collect every drop of her squirt. Luna shivered as her body became more sensitive, Arthur's tongue worked tirelessly, savoring Luna's sweet nectar as she quivered and gasped above him. He could feel her walls fluttering around the toys still nestled inside her. Gently, he removed the bullet from her clit, knowing her oversensitive nerves needed a break.

And tonight, I had dragged him into a lie I hated almost as much as the truth. “Is she settled now?” I asked. His jaw moved slightly before he answered. “Yes.” Silence hummed between us. Aria. The omega I’d last properly noticed years ago, quiet, unobtrusive, a shadow among wolves. Now… Luna in name only. A mask my people needed. A sacrifice I had demanded. Because Crescent Stone must not fracture. Because Selene must be protected — even in her absence. I exhaled slowly. “Good.” He nodded once.

I was wearing a white power suit, tailored to perfection, with a pair of four-inch Louboutins that sounded like a countdown on the marble floor. "Mommy, Leo is being a CEO again," a small, melodic voice chirped behind me. I turned, my Ice Queen mask melting instantly. Luna was sitting on the velvet sofa, her violet eyes—the ones I had to hide with specialized drops whenever we went out—sparkling with mischief. She was holding a holographic tablet, her silver-blonde hair braided into neat crowns.