Athena Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Her name is Athena.” Some of the elders smiled slightly, others just exchanged looks but none of them looked pleased. “It is good to see you found your second chance mate,” Elder Marcus said slowly. “But we must talk about… the future.” I already knew where this was going. Elder Samara cleared her throat. “Alpha… it’s just that… Athena has no wolf.” I stared at her my fingers gripped the sides of the throne. “She has no wolf,” she repeated. “How can she be Luna without one?”

It felt lewd to be standing there with both nipples pierced, whilst the four very clean cut middle aged women watched. “Nice tattoos,” Iris murmured. “Fresh ones too.” She exchanged a look with Patience before cutting down the side seam of the tracksuit pants, her fingers brushing against Aislen’s skin as she did so. (… F-king Triquetra… That’s Rhett’s work, and the Triquetra triangle. Who is this girl? And why has Rhett Salem tattooed her as being the Triquetra’s property… Ah, f-k…) The pants removal had revealed the rest of the tattoos.

There was nothing hotter than seeing the love of your life in action. Well, action may mean a lot of things but seeing Athena wearing combat boots, camouflage pants, and a sleeveless black shirt was on a different level. She walks toward me with black gloves in her hand. “Woah,” Nikki exclaimed, as he stood in front of us, “Hey gorgeous!” Athena looked up and smiled. She bit on the pair of gloves between her lips as she fixed her hair in a messy bun, HOT!

We were both sitting across from each other, giving me a chance to get a better view of her. Zina was gorgeous to say the least. She got really dressed up like a queen and had an elegant air around her, like true royalty. Her movements, from how she turned her head, how she blinked, laughed or moved her hands were screaming grace and poise. She had her long, black locks in a messy bun, letting some tendrils cascade down her face. Her sharp cheekbones had some color that was matched perfectly with her red, strapless dress and her lips. Tattoos ran all the way from her wrists up to her neck on one arm, making her look like some really cool action figure. Great! Now no one is gonna believe how

Her final inmate for the day was Aron. As Aron entered Athena's small office, his presence commanded attention. His black hair, meticulously styled in a buzz cut, accentuated his angular face. The vibrant tattoos adorning his neck served as a stark contrast to his pale skin. Piercings adorned his ears, hinting at a rebellious nature. Athena mentally prepared herself for the session, intrigued by the shift in Aron's mood since their earlier encounter. "Good day, Mr. Aron," Athena greeted, adjusting her glasses with a calm demeanor. Her eyes met his, momentarily captivated by the intensity of his stormy blue gaze.

I thought she had a striking profile, and as if she sensed my gaze, she spared me a glance, and my heart skipped a beat. She lowered her gaze almost immediately and continued to walk away, her packed ponytail dangling behind her slim swan-like neck. It happened so fast that I thought I was hallucinating. Although I could be mistaken, I believe her eyes were gray - an enthralling sight. The name tag on her chest said Athena, after the Greek goddess of war.

(The tattoo can be seen on the start of this chapter, btw that tattoo was my sketched by me uwu) "Get out of here, now!" The man yelled, I immediately dragged that granny out of there carefully. I didn't saw that man ever again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Present Athena's pov I was on my way to the hospital. Aun- aargghh mumma, mumma gave me an old shabby book on my 23rd bday and told me to go through it. Its pages weren't milky white like any other books, instead it was coffee stained type pages. A little thicker and rougher than the other ones.

Athena placed her head on his chest, it’s been a long time she had been that close to a man, although she knew she should be wary of him but after spending the past hours with him, she felt like she had known him forever and what’s more, she enjoyed his company, it was strange when she thinks of it but it felt like she had known him somewhere before. “What’s your name?” he whispered above her head. “Athena.” “Hmm, in Greek, Athena was the goddess of wisdom, are you like her?” “I don’t know if I would say I am wise, but my mom always said that when she first looked into my eyes, it was filled with wisdom and the name came to her immediately. She said she had wanted to call me Marla but then i

Athena's POV I recognized the tattoo on the men that attacked the palace to be Ardolf's men. It was a symbol I had seen numerous times during my days of being in his cabin. As chaos erupted within the walls, I knew I had no choice but to leave. Eagerly, I made my way out, my heart pounding in my chest. I jumped into my car and drove swiftly towards the woods, seeking solace and a moment to think. After parking, I ventured into the dense forest, the leaves rustling beneath my feet. The cabin loomed ahead, a dark shadow amidst the towering trees. As I approached, my heart began to race once again.

The thunder bolted again and I screamed clutching on my legs tightly. **An assassin isn't scared of anything Amphitrite, you have to be strong, brave and fierce in order to face your enemies and opponents**. Vander's words resounded in my head over and over again. I stood up and took slow steady steps towards the door and opened it widely.