Tattooed Luna Novels & Stories

That man at the tattoo shop couldn't just be hallucinating things and saying a name too familiar to Elina. Because nothing—no kiss, no promise, no embrace—could protect her from the danger that was already moving closer. And I could feel it, creeping ever nearer, even now. I glanced at my wrist and Luna's name gave me a warm feeling. “Nice tattoo,” She complimented. Her smile didn't reach her eyes for some reason. I smiled. "I need to get something, I will be back." She said. "I can come with you," I Insisted. "No, I can handle do it myself.... It's lady's staff, tampons and all," Elina smiled.

A harsh, white glow like bone catching faint bioluminescence. It illuminated a narrow tunnel stretching ahead—and a figure sitting cross-legged in its center. Herself. But… not. This Luna’s eyes were darker, shadowed under heavy brows. Her mouth curled in a perpetual, mocking half-smile. Her mark on her forehead was a deep, bruised blue instead of glowing bright. She wore no Moonstone necklace, no trappings of power. Just scars. Dozens of them. Old and new, crossing her arms, her throat, her hands.

“Good. And you understand why this is a need you must fulfill, rather than his Luna?” “The Luna is a co-leader of the pack. She trains the warriors and commands social events. And, when the time comes, she will bear the future heir of the pack. All honorable Alphas respect their Luna too much to act out their true fantasies on,” I said, echoing the words first said to me when I learnt of my fate.

he cried out in pain and fear. The words were like hands around her heart. She refused to believe what he was saying but Leon confirmed it. He cleared his throat, standing up straight, “Yes Luna. We discovered these marks on them," he pulled the man's arms up and the W shape was there, “A tattoo that his supporters take"

Why was I even born? Why do they all despise me? Why does being near me make the Luna tremble? If I had a wolf—if I had any power at all—I’d say: “Oh my, imagine being me—a mere Omega—and making the Luna shake in fear.” The thought made me snort out a laugh before I could stop myself. Luna Ashley, the human-sized can of spray tan, with her bottle-blonde hair brushing her ass, lashes thick enough to fan a wildfire, and an orange glow that made her look like a dehydrated carrot dipped in glitter.

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.

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?"

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.”

the artist sits down again and starts back to work. I blink at the man’s sentence. Nathan is an Alpha. Nathan catches my eye and winks. I’m a Luna. “So we are hiding from Humans that Luna is mated to a wolf,” The artist talks to us now. “She is not the kind to get a Tattoo. It will be difficult to explain her new ink, so we are making it a honeymoon promise to each other,” Nathan winks at me. “I wish all wolf and human mate combos were so thoughtful. Not just because it would be good for business but as a rogue I don’t any exposure at all.”

Smiling Mason laughed, "How can I possibly be the host of the evening without my hostess?" "Hostess?" Danica squeaked out as Mason reached an arm around her waist. "Yup," Smiling he began leading her into the crowd. As they passed group after group of people Danica couldn't help but feel people's questioning gazes on her. Of course they would be curious after all she was cuddled up to their Alpha. She couldn't help but find herself wondering exactly what their reaction would be once they found out that she was their future Luna. Would they be upset by the notion? Would they easily accept her? What if they were to find out that she isn't able to change? Would they want a Luna like that?