Aphrodite Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Ooh thanks, Miss Kierra" "Does it have a meaning" "Not really, it's just a fancy tattoo. When I went to a tattoo shop I picked it because I liked the simplicity. It reminds me of our god the Moon Goddess" "That's lovely. A crown on a moon. It's a nice one. I can see that you are really faithful to her to even get a tattoo that reminds you of her " I said " Yeah I am" "I'll go back to the house to get prepared, I'll be waiting for you"

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

She opened the one with the flower and started talking. "We're gonna start with teaching you some gods." She started and then pointed to a woman on the first few pages, "Firstly, my personal favourite goddess, Aphrodite. She is the goddess of beauty and all things beautiful..." She started talking but my eyes couldn't help but so rudely gaze over and fixate on the other book. She notices and lifts her eyebrow.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Damon stood instantly. His attention snapped back to him. “You’ve said enough.” The traitor smirked. “No… not yet.” His eyes moved back to Lyra. “She thinks this is a curse.” A pause. “It’s not.” Lyra’s chest tightened. “Then what is it?” she asked. The traitor’s smile widened. “It’s a claim.” Silence. Damon’s expression darkened instantly. “Watch your words.” But the man didn’t stop. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t mark just anyone,” he continued.

Five thrones were arranged in a semicircle, each belonging to a deity, their presence radiant and commanding. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of light. Her gaze was steady, but her luminous eyes carried the burden of sorrow. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, though her expression was edged with concern. To the left, Hera, the Queen of the Gods, radiated power and authority, her piercing gaze fixed on Selene. Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable.

Every part of his body was screaming from the heat. You can't blame him,his woman was the true definition of a fairy. She had the best sculpted oval shaped face. Her eyebrows resembled butterfly wings. Her lips are plump and pink. Her chestnut hair cascaded down to her waist like water Waves. To say she was beautiful was quite the understatement. She was what we call a perfect piece of art. Something that was crafted with the best of materials,with utmost carefulness and plenty of time. She had everything that a Man desired in a lady. A perfect coca-cola bottle body shape,well proportioned hips Without an ounce of extra fat. Her burst was Just perfect for his large hands. It's like she was M

“So you're saying we have to live like this for the rest of our lives?” “I never said that.” the Moon goddess said with a smirk. Harley and Marietta looked at the Moon goddess confused. “I know I have limits but that doesn't stop me from giving the both of you a second chance mate.” “You what?” “Yes, but first,” she turned to look at Marietta, should I give you a fraction of Monica back, or…?” “Yes, yes please.” “Come forward.” Marietta immediately stood up and went to stand in front of the Moon goddess.

am sure such a quest should not be a big deal. THE VISITATION The two friends embarked on a journey down to the river of the sea goddess, a shrine well respected by all, and also feared by people that are not good. As much as the goddess can be nice and good to many, she will also be ruthless towards any perpetrator of evil. But it was not the first time Awoditi has visited this shrine, it has always been a frequent place of visitation for him, so he had nothing whatsoever to fear. But for Malaika he wasn't sure of the fate, but as it is, they must go there, before the finding can be made. Now they stood far from the river, Awoditi had never seen his friend in such a state, he looked so sc