Athena Tattoo Novels & Stories

Fiery Gigantor brings me in close to his face, and inhales deeply. “Gotcha.” He growls. My heart is beating so fast and hard that it feels like a freight train is speeding down a track above the cavern. Just when I think I can’t hold out without air any longer, Gigantor drops me, and stumbles back a few steps. I can see his body dissolving to ash, I can smell it. It’s thick, and bitter, like burnt rubber tires. When he’s gone, I throw on my clothes and the robe, and slip back through the door to the bathroom. There is no lock or bolt, no way to stop him if he returns. A subtle light streams in from above, the theme to this place being endless ceilings. The light goes on as far up as I can se

"I'm making a deal out of it because his idiot little brother is why I stayed home from school and fell off a ladder with a sprang ankle." "You have what?!" Her voice rose high-pitched while Rex said those words in shock. My sister looked down at the ankle wrapped in bandages, then she glared her eyes at Logan, and I felt him wince behind me. In Greek Mythology, Athena was the favorite daughter of Zeus, with no mother, and was born from Zeus's armor on his forehead, which describes her to be fierce and brave in battle. She is known to be the Goddess of many things, including war. My sister cannot take on Logan, who is practically half her size, but she isn't afraid to hit him for hurting her

She avoided looking at me. “I'm sorry. Athena has the habit of giving her second name instead of her real name when someone asks her," Solidad said. Then... her name is Athena Solitaire, huh? After that day, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Athena. I know that I promised myself that I was going to reject our mate bond once I got a hold of her, but something inside me is wanting her. Her smell, her face, her warmth, and her touch. Something inside me wants all of her. My days and nights were filled with me dreaming of her.

That just wasn’t in her nature. Stupid girl. Athena was never one to cower from a fight, not even when she knew it was a trap like I made her go through every fucking time. I scooped her away from my mother’s arms and cradled her. My vision already blurred from the tears that formed. “Athena, look at me. Please look at me.” I sang desperately as the tears began to fall. She was chocking, she was not healing. That fucking bullet was a curse and she wasn’t healing.

Aiden, heart clenched with apprehension, stood watch, his unwavering gaze fixed upon her as she writhed within the protective confines of her own magic. In the ethereal dance of light and shadow, Freya's essence pulsated with an otherworldly intensity. From the depths of her being, a tattoo materialized—a fragment of a greater whole, its shape like a slice of pizza, etched in arcane symbols beyond mortal comprehension, beyond Aiden’s comprehension. The tattoo started from her left shoulder(the pointed part of the slice) and cascading down her back. It glimmered and shone stark blue in the dimly lit room.

Athena's extraordinary hearing gift was a torture at that point as she could pick out distinct sounds that made her tighten her jaw against the moan that wanted to escape and clench her thighs against the wetness soaking her throbbing pussy. Her skin felt too tight and… “It's here.” Zaya wheeled in the service cart herself, where the steaming hot chocolate beckoned at Athena for release. Zaya's brows furrowed at Athena's tightened smile and asked, “Are you okay?” “Of course,” Athena said automatically, consciously relaxing her jaw as she launched out of the chair and reached for the cups of chocolate like a lifeline. Even the scent of the rich cocoa made her want to purr. Oh, goddess.

I'm not ready to handle her cause she's like a pain in the ass. Athena walks in. She wears a dark blue dress with straps and her dress has a V-neck which exposes her toned cleavage. She's beautiful, perfect and she fits into my dark personality. Athena was supposed to be my slut. She fucks me when I want to be fucked and it has been casual not until my father decided to be best friends with Athena's father who is a Godfather of his crime family. Athena is the only girl amongst three brothers. She's tough and she's vicious. Something I like in a woman.

Athena looked at my Mother, goddess of bonding. “Well,” she burped Lillith on her shoulder. “The timing never really came up, and I think that is something Luci should explain, when the time is right, of course. I mean, Uriel isn’t quite there yet to complete a bond.” Mother’s eyes bounced at Father, who was shaking his head, pinching his nose. "She’s highly intelligent book-wise,” Athena dropped cream into her tea. “You will be surprised how quickly she will adapt, especially when she is around here,” her spoon waved around in the air, then pointed to Ares. “Especially with that one.”

The alpha-mate's demeanor was meditative, her forehead wrinkled with a blend of stress and assurance. "Is it true that you are certain about this, Athena?" Liam asked, his voice low. "Confiding in Sienna... it's a major gamble." Athena met his look, her blue eyes unflinching. "I know, Liam," she answered, her voice consistent. "Be that as it may, Sebastian's right - we can't stand to dismiss any possible assistance, not against a danger like the Lycaons." She stopped, her fingers brushing against the pendant that hung at her throat. "Furthermore, I owe Sienna my life. If truly truly Sebastian and me, the least I can do is allow her an opportunity."

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.”