Artemis Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

A sensation of falling enveloped Karistus, her vision fading to black as she plummeted from the astro plane back to Earth, bound to the soul of the tiny baby known as Latona Dalarosa Marcello. The moment the wolf's spirit entered the baby, the bracelet formed on the little girls wrist, her initials LDM glowing bright against the forests darkness, and Artemis ran, Latona held protectively against his warm chest, the royal prince separated from his beloved Azrialla fleeing with one thought in his mind, "Their baby must live at all costs." Azrialla stopped fleeing, watching as Artemis ran with their daughter, charged with the task of hiding her from the evil that stalked them.

Artemis nods, “When you are ready, pray to me. I will then bless you with a child. I am the Goddess of Fertility, and you have done me a great service. This is the least I can do.” Celine sobs, and nods. “Come.” Celine reaches for her and hugs her tightly. Artemis holds her, and Greyson sniffs, not quite sure what to do with himself. “Thank you, Artemis.” Celine sighs softly, still crying. “I don’t know what to say.” Artemis smiles at her,

Just in front of the table is a large round, white pedestal, a silver painted chalice, and a gilded knife on top of it. Behind the dias is a beautiful and ancient floor to ceiling painting of our goddesses, Artemis and Selene. The two are standing in a glen in a forest, moonlight filtering through their hair. Though Artemis’s myth has long faded from human memory, she lives on as a helper, a friend, to our Lady Selene. In the painting, her youthful beauty shines, her face caressed by her long auburn hair, her creamy complexion glowing. She wears a short green toga, leaving her legs bare. Artemis carries her silver bow and quiver filled with arrows. Selene, our silver lady, stands tall

The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear. The rays of the studio's dim light highlighted Athena's delicate porcelain skin, creating a subtle contrast with the dark ink that would soon adorn her skin. The tattoo artist, with secure and precise hands, began to carefully trace the points that would form the celestial figure. Athena closed her eyes, feeling the slight vibration of the tattoo machine on her skin. A sensation of itching and warmth took hold of her, but it was pleasant; rather, it was as if the stars themselves were dancing on her skin. The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the nee

The woman looked displeased as she crossed her arms over her chest, "And you call yourself a Haddock." "Oh---kay." Amira rubbed her temples, "Alright, I fully admit I'm a bit fuzzy of my history at the moment. So please, strange woman with a bow, what am I supposed to know?" The woman eyed her closely as she lowered her arms, "Very well." She rests a hand over her chest, "I am Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, Wild Animals, Vegetation, Chastity and Childbirth." Amira let out a whistle, "That's quite the title."

"I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things." "Show off." Yet another voice joins the conversation, and I turn to see a girl standing with her arms crossed, an halfway amused smirk on her face. Her hair is dark, skillfully pulled into two tight French braids, and her eyes are a silvery-green color I've never seen before, hauntingly beautiful. Her skin is deeply tanned, like she spends a good amount of time in the sun, and she's short, only about 4'11, although she still looks like a fierce warrior. I can tell she has seen horrific things from the hardness in her expression, even when she doesn't look angry. "I am Artemis." She adds after a moment of silent observing. "Godd

She asked. “And what you two are trying to tell me is, she should forsake her position and go into a relationship with that boy? Have you forgotten she's on a mission to get back her powers?” He asked. Artemis cleared her throat. “I get what everyone is trying to say but from my perspective, I think we are going to know what's really going on after she gets her powers back. No one is talking about the moon symbol on her forehead. It didn't show when she was the moon goddess, it showed when she was in her human form. Is no one going to talk about that?” She asked.

She adds as she watches Theia. “I have been blessed by the Goddess with foresight. That is why my name was bestowed upon me.” Theia confesses. “Until our moon ceremony, I am uncertain of how the power will manifest.” “All the more reason to keep your name guarded.” The guardian muses. “You being touched by a goddess plus the signs of Artemis popping up, certainly make things interesting.” “What did showing me the signs of Artemis mean?” I ask. “It’s hard to say. I think the most likely is pointing to the importance of the next full moon. It is the hunter's moon and she is the Goddess of the Hunt.” The guardian says with a shrug.

“He would understand. I know he would. He respects the bond too much.” “Artemis can’t release me from my oath, Tatum. I am beholden to him, yes, but my oath is to the Moon Goddess.” “But she made us second chance mates…” she whispers, confused. “Surely she wouldn’t have done that if there was no way…” “I don’t know what it happened, Tater tot. I only know I can never have you.” “And you can’t reject me…” she whispers. “Then reject me…” I take her face in my hands, cupping her cheeks gently, making sure she sees how serious I am.

“My name is Artemis.. You might be more used to my title-” “You’re the moon goddess,” Amira interrupted gruffly. “So… Goddess… what are you doing here? Is this dream real or a part of my imagination?” Rhys slowly moved his head to look at Amira. “Your imagination?” He then proceeded to look back at the woman, who indeed did look like a goddess. Where one was light and still walking on the surface of the water like it was nothing, the other goddess was dark and deadly, especially with the way she spun her dagger.