Atlas Greek God Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The sight of her, resplendent in her multicolored fur, with the unmistakable marking of a pizza slice tattoo etched upon her shoulder, down to her belly, stirred something within him. In that moment, he knew with a certainty that resonated deep within his soul—she was the one. The chosen vessel through which the goddess would deliver salvation to their land which was about to be polluted by corrupt power. With the crescent moon emblazoned upon her forehead, she stood as a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness, a symbol of the ancient power that coursed through her veins.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

I was beginning to think that running from home was a mistake in the first place, but then, I never would have met Rebekah and Cliff and Joel. My wrists burned again at the thought and I had to look down. A gasp left my lips and rushed out in a puff of cool breeze. It must be a chilly night. Being me wouldn't know that but focus. I looked down at my wrists again. There were two words tattooed in greek. Προστατευόμενη and από which meant 'Protected by' and then there were two names tattoed under it, one on each wrist. Cliff. And Joel.

“I understand your doubts. But this isn’t just about a mark. It’s about what it represents: unity, strength, and a future where we’re not defined by old wounds or past conflicts. I’ve been blessed not just by the Moon Goddess, but by Athena and by Aphrodite as well. And I want to use their gifts to help us, all of us, find a path forward.” I point to my back when I mention Athena and show them the sword marking, then I lower the waist on my gym tights to just under my hipbones, just enough to glimpse the markings from Aphrodite. But I felt I needed to do more than just show them. Maybe I needed to make them feel.

All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver. One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even though I couldn't decipher the Greek letters.

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

And his name gave birth to the word 'panic'. Now the young gods climbed to Olympus, took over the palace, and Zeus became their king. His throne was guarded by four winged spirits, two male and two female, named Kratos , Zelos , Nike and Bia. They represented strength, rivalry, victory, and force respectively. Kratos and Bia were the law-enforcers and were tasked with jobs such as the apprehension and imprisonment of the Titans. Nike drove Zeus' chariot and often accompanied him in miniature form.

The difference lies in what I see inside his eyes. Ares has dark eyes, almost as if there’s a void there. Atlas as probing eyes, ones that capture your deepest secrets. Apollo’s eyes are playful. It’s as if he looks for the fun in everything he does. He has his ear pierced, but nothing else is pierced. I’ve noticed something on the back of his right hand, but I haven’t asked about it yet. “Don’t mind us, we just couldn’t let you sleep any longer. The excitement was too much.” I smile at Apollo, and I don’t miss how Atlas doesn’t comment. “I’m glad you are dressed and I hope you’re hungry.” I nod just as my stomach tries to speak for me.

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”