Tattooed Luna Novels & Stories

Possibly four. "You good?" she asked without looking up. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I'm good." Luna had painted fresh wolf prints on her helmet since Wednesday. Small ones, her own handprints reduced to paws, arranged in a running pattern around the crown. I don't know when she'd done it. I don't know how she'd gotten the paint. I chose not to investigate.

"Stop daydreaming, Luna! You and your little bastard are only going back to the Shelbert family over my dead body! Forget about it!" Luna sneered, "Fine. Let's have it the tough way if you insist. See what happens next." "Wait," Mia suddenly called out to Luna. Turning back to glance at her smugly, Luna began, "What? Do you have something to say too?" Mia glanced at Luna's leg. The spot on her leg which was still bandaged happened to be the exact place of her previous tattoo.

Alessandro listened, his eyes wet, his hands holding mine tighter, his heart beating fast, I could hear it in silent Room 2808, beating like drum. "Luna. Luna De Luca Sinclair. Named Luna because she was born at night, full moon, soft, quiet, like moon, second twin, born October 1, 2021, at 2:15 AM, 2.9 kilos, two minutes after Leo, quiet, not roaring, just staring at Mommy like she knew Mommy was tired. Four and a half, but draws like eight-year-old, sings like angel, talks to everyone, loves everyone, forgives everyone, even Vanessa, even though Vanessa is witch. She is not allergic to anything, she eats everything, she loves strawberry milk, she drinks three boxes a day, she loves pink, s

We notice Hue was staring at Luna. "Hue, what's up?" I asked. "Kyle, I can't believe this. Now that I'm sober, she really looked like Luna." he said. Allen and I almost laugh. "You just notice that?" Allen asked. "No, dude! I mean, in Kyle's painting, Luna has a mole on her left cheek, near her neck. That girl, she has it too!" Allen and I both looked at Luna, and Hue was right. She really has a mole in that very position. I didn't notice that earlier and it made us wonder even more.

He uttered, causing my brows to furrow as I took in his words. “But... I’m not even officially a Luna yet, aren't I?” I glanced at Damien over my shoulder and he is currently tracing my tattoo with his fingers in my skin, sending sparks all over my body again just like he always does when a part of him touches my skin. I shiver. “Sometimes, the tattoo chooses the person itself if it knows that person’s worth. If you haven't noticed it there before, it's because it just came up to your body and it has recognized your capability to rule as the Luna.” His eyes lit up while he was explaining the tattoo.

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.

However, queen Naya seemed very impressed by what Melina did. After thinking about what Melina had said, the people began to murmur among themselves. “Melina is truly a kind person, she deserves to the luna ” “She loves the Alpha so much, that's she is willing to take the blames for his silliness? Wow! ” “I wonder what spell that lunatic girl has cast on the Alpha, he keeps chasing after her like a lost puppy ” “She has our best interest at heart, she is the right person to become our luna, she is generous”

Charlie said, placing a huge tray with so many pastries on the table. "Wow, there are too many" I gasped, not sure if I could eat all this. "Don't worry Luna, just eat as much as you can and I can pack the rest for you to take home?" She said in a warm tone, I smiled at her. I took a round one that smelled like strawberries to taste first and a loud deep content moan ripped from my throat the instant it touched my tongue. They chuckled at that, "So, Luna, I heard you were a rogue, which pack did you come from?" Charlie asked, making me take a big sharp breath.

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

“We should rejoice, Kingdom of the Lycans! After a thousand years— the Goddess has chosen another Luna to save us from a catastrophe that the higher heavens bestowed!” Yulo’s announcement made the crowd roar in excitement and happiness about the new Luna.