Athena Tattoo Novels & Stories

A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle. A symbol of wisdom. Of war. Of unwavering possession. It pulsed faintly, like it lived beneath her skin. The mark of Athena. The goddess had claimed her. It wasn’t just a dream. Aria touched it lightly, fingers trembling as they brushed the still - tender skin. She remembered the bite — the flash of pain, the flood of heat, the overwhelming need that followed. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily at the memory, and she had to shut her eyes and count to ten.

“So, with your marking, what gave it away as a marking from Athena? Aren’t there several gods and goddesses of war?” She turned her back to me and pulled the collar down so that I could see the top part of her marking, the hilt of the sword. “See those two owls depicted on the hilt? Well, that’s Athena. She always has two owls accompanying her, which is the symbol of her other well-known trait.” “Wisdom…” “Bingo.” I suddenly understood why she walks with such quiet confidence, why her presence commands attention without effort. Her marking was not just a symbol; it’s a reminder that she is more than what she appears: a force of nature, a weapon of divine will.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

held her hand. When my eyes met her innocent jade ones, I saw the pain beside them, then I decided to take her with me. Fight tooth and nail if I had to. A lot of things happened, but I’m happy that right now, I’m with her. I inhale her divine scent once more and it does wonders to my brain. It reminds me of the saffron flowers back in Athens, only so much better. After so many years of searching and giving up, the Goddess finally unites us. “So this is how the mate bond pull feels like?” I reason, brushing her scarlet hair to the side. “No one’s going to hurt you ever again!” I continue to watch her sleep for another hour before I hear the elevator door open. I leave Varga, my pet lion,

He pulled down his robe a little. “I would like it written in my heart,” Aeliana swung into action immediately. She stared at her handiwork proudly. It was a black tattoo, so the beauty really came out on his white, flawless skin. Demetrius, Carissa, and Valeria also tattooed theirs. Demetrius had the name 'Rissa' tattooed on his shoulder. Valeria had 'Miguel' on her chest, and Carissa had 'Metrius' On her shoulder as well. They stared at it in admiration. “My Lord, the sketchers are here,” a guard said from outside with a bow.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Tilly, Christy and Olivia are not of age yet, but they are initiated tonight anyway, and their parents will govern their process for the next two years until they turn 18. Then Athena walks out and towards the stage, arm in arm with her brother. She is a vision in a silver dress, her jewelry dark rose gold with purple and gold diamonds. Her hair is in a half updo with a braid and a tiara. She’s barefoot, and so ethereal beautiful she reminds me of a Goddess. Athena locks eyes with me, and they turn bronze for a second, showing her wolf is close to the surface. Wow! Something in that statement just draws me close to her, and the urge to stand and claim her in front of everyone is overwhelming

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

"Cathryn said it was a symbol of hope, a reminder that even in darkness, the light of the moon always shines." Eira's eyes sparkled with delight, her voice filled with wonder. "It's stunning! You must wear it, Athena, as a reminder of Tristan's love." Athena's fingers closed around the pendant, her heart swelling with emotion. She felt a deep connection to the gift, as if it held a piece of Tristan's soul. With trembling fingers, she fastened the pendant around her neck, the metal settling against her skin like a gentle caress.

Athena sobbed “ What did I do to offend the moon goddess? Why… why give me a mate who can’t even see me. Who abandoned me for another right in front of me.” Mara’s weathered hands rubbed her back in slow and soothing circles. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” She says gently “She sees what we cannot. She knows what we are to become.” “But it hurts.” Athena cried “… it hurts so much.” “I know my sweet girl. I know.” And with Mara’s arms wrapped around her, Athena drifted into a restless sleep. —————— The room was quiet, lit by the soft evening sun pouring through the gauzy curtains. Helena lay on the bed, her long brown hair braided neatly, her wounds almost healed.