Artemis Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

"All that place holds are bad memories." 'And our mate,' my wolf pipes up, but I ignore her. He nods his head in understanding, and then says, "You are more than welcome to join the Midnight pack if you would like." "Thank you," I know that I need to join a pack. I most certainly don't want to go feral, but a part of me wants to find out where I come from, and where I belong. 'You belong with the Artemis pack, with our mate', my wolf insists, but I disagree.

I slowly approached the glass cabinet as my eyes traced the outline of the equipment, and suddenly, my heart pounded—not in excitement, but in familiarity. “Holy shit. That’s Artemis’ bow! I did not expect that it would be located in the basement of the Evening Shadow!” Artemis’ bow? Artemis. . . is one of the triple goddesses. Is this the reason why looking at the bow feels familiar? It was as if it was calling me.

I sent a few to Venus although she hasn't responded yet. I looked across the room and smiled as I watched Jupiter wince in pain. The tattoo artist was inking his left arm and I'm assuming that the design was a lot bigger than the ones I have on my wrist. He refused to tell me what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise, as he said. Half an hour later, he waved at me and flashed a thumbs up, to let me know that the tattoo is done. I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise.

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,

“Well, I was just curious. Nice tattoo you’ve got there, though.” “It’s not a tattoo, dummy.” She wrinkled her nose. “How do I explain this? Well… it’s a birthmark from the Moon Goddess herself. A sign of a great relationship, and the presence of a gift from the Lords above. Rare, mum told me.” Azzez had stared at it a second longer, committing every curve and shade to memory, before promising quietly, “I won’t tell a soul.” The promise still echoed in his head as the memory shattered.

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.