Artemis Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

he confessed. I placed a kiss on his shoulder as my fingers started to trace the chain tattoo on his arm. It started from his neck and curved around the Leon before continuing down the length of his arm, stopping right above his elbow. “What about this one? What does it mean?” I asked, soothing my hand over the heavy, black chains. Artemy froze underneath my touch. I froze too. I started to divert the conversation when he answered, his voice low and deep. “It means I am chained to my past.”

“On my witch side or my wolf side. Could the images in the tea leaves be my gift of foresight manifesting?” “Wolves don’t dabble with the dark arts.” Theia growls. “Why would I be given symbols representing Artemis? What is it trying to tell me?” I muse.

The guy was asking dragging her out of the club “Let go of my hands. I don't know what you are talking about , what spy? .” Athens asked trying to act clueless “ Why do you have the Russian tattoo on your arm ?.” The guy asked pointing at the tattoo “You mean this , I saw a girl who had it on her arm too and she said it means power . It looked pretty so I decided to get it done . You can ask the tattoo artist I had it done last week .” Athens explained She had a friend who does all this kind of thing and he'll cover up for her.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

Mary warned. “No look, her tattoo. It’s got an A that works up into a heart. A smaller heart to bring out the point at the bottom. It is said a tattoo normally is a picture but when love is strong the mates letter will form with the emotion that best describes them.” Isabella spoke gently. She pulled down the shirt gently to reveil just that. “She has two heart. Means he loves her more then anything in the world. Even more then the world itself.”

"I'll keep my words, but I don't want to see your face again." He stood up and pointed the gun at him. Without having a second thought, he shot him without blinking. The resounding blast of his gun resonated across the room. It was followed by the sound of a body dropped on the floor. After staring at the blood-covered body, Ares walked towards the door and exited the room. Liam motioned the men to take care of the body and hurriedly chased after his cousin, who still had the face of 'ready for next kill.' While paving their way out, Ares was still thinking about the moon tattoo he had seen before. They belonged to an aristocratic family— the moon symbolizes influence. To whoever belonged to

"All the brigadiers and lieutenants have arrived, Pakhan. They all are waiting for you. As per your order, the official tattoo artist is here too." Aleksandr nodded while Aria frowned at the information. "Tattoo artist?" She asked her husband. "Yes, if you had been my wife only, there would have been no need for a tattoo but you want to be a power partner. It means you are officially joining Bratva. This tattoo is going to be your crown, Aria. This is your last chance, if you want to back out do it now, because the tattoo is sacred. You have to wear it whole your life like a religious sign "

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."

None of us said anything. Artemis hovered above us, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. “I gave you my mark,” she said, voice soft but sharp enough to cut. “I wanted you to embrace my gift.” She drifted a little closer, the metal of her armor glinting in the moonlight. “To harness the power, as only those who recognize their own potential can truly emerge victorious.” She tilted her head slowly, as if studying something pathetic. “Or did your silly minds forget already?”

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.