Artemis Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

I picked up the final sacrifice; a lamb bone wrapped in cedar bark and leaves and placed it inside the bowl of moon water at the centre of the Dias. “Great Goddess Artemis, the Goddess of the hunt and the moon, sister of the Sun God,” I called out to the Goddess. “Give us your strength, mighty Goddess. Your children need your blessing. Give us the strength to bring back peace to our land and defeat the intruders who kill without mercy. Hail Goddess Artemis.” “Hail Goddess Artemis.” The Maidens and I bowed low to the ground, to gather strength and honor the Goddess…and then we rose as one unit. Warriors of Artemis.

I turn the pendant between my fingers. A small, gold circle etched with the image of a woman. A bow in her hand. A wolf at her side. Artemis. The goddess of the hunt. I always thought the connection was obvious—hunter to hunter. Executioner. But tonight, the symbol means something else. She’s not just a huntress. She’s a protector. A twin. A force older than vengeance. I stare at it, heart suddenly loud in my ears. “Why now?” I murmur.

She started by saying, “ it is good to see you, Stella, you must have already guessed, but I am still going to introduce myself to you, I am Artemis, the goddess of hunt, wildlife, chastity, women, and childbirth. As Aphrodite told you and as you know now, you are my biological daughter, you also might be wondering if I was your real mother then why did I give you up? Well as I told and you know I am also known to be the goddess of chastity and when I found out about you I couldn’t keep you since I wanted to be the perfect leader for my nymphs, though I knew my daughter meant more to me than my nymphs but I also knew that my daughter was more powerful than my nymphs, had a father and had a m

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

Her touch is soft, and I feel so comfortable that not even her cold fingers could bother me. “I’m going to run a few tests. Please tell me everything, so I can appoint a specialist if there is any need for one, okay?” I nod again, and she smiles proudly, continuing to talk while she prepares a needle. “I’m Artemis, by the way, but you can call me Arte.” Thinking of it, with her flawless skin, she looks like a piece of art. A Botticelli. “That’s a beautiful name. I’m Victoria,” I blurt out, and she chuckles softly.

They had found out she was a Moon Stone warrior due to the half moon tattoo every warrior carried on their wrist. "What is this all about Jayden?" She whispered at him. "Shut your mouth, bitch!" Lisa yelled at her. Jayden ignored the noises and turned his attention to Liam. “Remember we were discussing on having someone from the inside of the Fortress to help out with finding our way inside. I am glad you already know she is a warrior. Juno here will be helping us make an attack on the Fortress with no glitch." Juno's breath went on a hold at what Jayden had said. Juno was about to protest when she got a warning glare from him to keep mute and she obeyed immediately.

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

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

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.

I muttered. She looked around us and I also looked back for the cloaked figure to see no one there anymore. "It's beautiful isn't it?" She gestured at our surrounding. Now that I looked at it, she has a golden staff in her right hand. "Who are you?" I asked frowning. "Artemis. The goddess of wisdom and power." She stated. My jaw dropped open in shock, A goddess? I'm fucking standing before a goddess right now. Maybe I'm just dreaming like I do everytime.