Aphrodite Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

I ask nervously, not liking the look on his face. "This symbol that starts on your hand... is the symbol of Aphrodite... and as it travels up your arm, it looks to intertwine with the symbol of... Eros, and further up they both intertwine with the symbol of... Peitho. This... doesn't make sense." he mumbles, beginning to sound anxious himself as he moves my arm around, inspecting every inch of it. "Oh no. No fucking way. There's no way that was real too! No fucking way!" I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

Look at him believing what I said. "Aren't you hot now? I already drunk a lot. It's getting hotter.” He was taking off his polo shirt while I was just looking at his back until I could fully see the tattoo. Almost the same as the one who tried to kidnap Hades. The only difference is the part of their body where they put it. "You have a hot tattoo..." I said, stroking his back. "Of course, it is. It symbolizes power. With this, I can do everything," he said arrogantly so my eyebrows rose but I stroked them again.

he said. And I wanted to say that he was more than I deserved. All that bronze skin with rigid muscles and taut velvety skin that was tattooed with my name. Suddenly I understood the meaning of those rose vines that were tattooed over the wolf on his chest. The wolf was Apollo and the vines represented his past. He got my name tattooed over the vines because I set him free from his past. Emotion choked my throat and my eyes became misty. But then he stepped closer and together we lay on the grass. His face looked breathtaking in the moonlight. He crawled over my body and I cherished the weight and heat that oozed off him. I loved the rock-hard erection that rested against my belly and sex. I

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

He nodded, totally understanding what I was thinking through our connection. As he stood up, I could not help but let my eyes wander over him, pausing at his chiseled abs and then down to his pelvis. Right there in the middle was a thick, four-inch tattoo of an infinity symbol. Mated wolves have this thing where they let anyone who catches a glimpse of their skin below the waist know they have a mate. This tattoo meant a lot. A lump formed in my throat as my eyes began to water. How long had he been dealing with this?

She felt his love, his devotion, his fierce, protective hunger, pouring into her through that single point of contact. The stone flared brightly, and when it faded, it was gone. In its place, on her wrist, was a mark—a delicate, silver tattoo of interlocking wolves, their forms spiraling into an infinity symbol. It glowed faintly for a moment, then settled into her skin, a permanent, beautiful declaration. Dante lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the mark. When he looked up, his eyes were bright with something that might have been tears. "Mine," he breathed, the word no longer a claim, but a prayer.

It wasn’t visible unless she was in undergarments alone, which meant it was her little secret. It was an image of three little birds trailing along the curve of her breast, behind the birds was the word ‘Adventure’. She got inked two months ago, to her the tattoo was symbolic; the bird represents freedom and migration, three birds represent happiness and adventure reminded her of everything she and Roman did together. Not only was he ingrained in her mind's eyes, his fingerprints imprinted on her heart, and his memory laid tattooed on her skin. He would always be unfinished business.

“I’ll send you the full report to your email, but the important parts are that while we all think of her as the Goddess of Love, she is, more specifically, the Goddess of Physical Love. So, that makes her important to the physical part of our relationships, which we all know is important, but it is just a piece of the equation. Aside from Aphrodite, there are seven deities responsible for what we think of as love. They are called Erotes. We know them as cherubs. Think about images of cute little fat baby angels.” “You mean like Cupid?” I feel my brows knit in confusion. “Well, Cupid is his name in Roman mythology. Greek Mythology knows him as Eros. He handles passion, but this is a conversat