Tattooed Luna Novel Novels & Stories

“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.”

I think about reaching over to flick the used needle away, but my eyes catch on the tattoos surrounding the metal prick. Luna. Her name is a swirl of colour in the bleak wasteland of cartel tats that proclaim my place, my superiority within the organization run by family. Los Zetas. The most feared cartel in Mexico and beyond. And I am among the elite within this vast army of underworld thugs. These marks upon my body are trophies of war, my right of passage. Lost innocence. Except for Luna. The one mark I had written over and over; on my arms, my legs, my neck and over my heart. My salvation.

Later that night, Ares was sitting at the balcony of his room facing the shore while indulging in a glass of whiskey. On his left hand was his laptop. On-screen were the photos that Daniel had sent him this morning. His facial expression changed when he saw Monaco Clan's portrait on screen. They all had a tattoo just like the one on Luna's wrist. The only difference is that they were tattooed on their neck while Luna has her on the wrist. Was it merely a coincidence? After months of digging through Luna's identity, the only lead he has is this tattoo. He found her in the forest, which belonged to his family. And the fact that the place was already abandoned, the woman's appearance made it mo

A plump of flesh formed underneath her eyes as she grinned at me, I let her caress it and somehow it calmed my roving nerves. Moments ago, I was mad at Calyx for standing me up but now I can't even contain my excitement, Calyx is going to be crowned as the alpha of the Silver moon pack and he will make me his Luna. The news echoed in my head; I, a regular wolf, would be Luna. My joy knew no bounds; I was the happiest woman on Earth right now. It still sounds like a fairytale to me, of course I knew this was bound to happen one day but I never thought it would happen this soon.

Actually," Alicia continued. They spoke and talked and talked. After rolling my eyes, I tried to grin. I also started bragging about the stuff I purchased and how Alexander treated me well. As a thank you for being the greatest Luna ever, my husband had to purchase me the newest Lexus. I am ecstatic that it came yesterday," Allison bragged."I am really happy to be a Luna," I said, grinning. "Having everything you want, including servants at your beck and call."Alicia pushed her lips forward and cleared her throat. "You're not meant to be Luna," she unwillingly said to start. "This was only made possible by Lyra's disfigurement and death.

He just stood quietly, watching me. “She looks nothing like her,” I said, pacing the room. “But those eyes… I should have known.” “She doesn’t know either,” he said softly. “About who she really is.” That made me pause. “She doesn’t know?” I asked. “No. The Luna never told her. She was just a child when her mother died. Violeta grew up thinking she was a simple girl. That’s why she was so easy to fool. That’s why Thania found her.”

“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.”

Chad called him while he was there, and he had to leave before he could hear more about Sandra. Jake sighed “Well, the Moon Goddess has blessed us with a rare creature, according to Mama Joyce, your Luna is the eye of the gods as you heard, she can see both the future and past. But she is not taking this well, and it makes me regret marking her. She has already been through so much and now this.” He leaned back on his chair, threw his head back, and closed his eyes.

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

Her eyes were filled with concern, but then she took my hand quietly with a weak smile and said, “It’s time.” My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it in my ears. We walked through the hallway, which seemed like an endless tunnel. As we walked, some maids still whispered quietly behind me. “I pity her,” one said. “But maybe she’ll be lucky. If she gets pregnant, she could become Luna.” “Don’t be foolish,” another whispered back. “Alpha Aaron never keeps a woman twice.” “What happens to them after?” The maid touched her own neck and made a slicing motion.