Novel & Cerita Freya Tattoo Ideas

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

I instantly noticed the tattoo on Freddie's collarbone, which was a design of a maple leaf. I had seen an identical one on Zara's lower abdomen. She had explained that she got it to mark the day we first met, when the maple leaves had turned red. I found it ironic that I was so affected by her gesture back then, when in reality, it was actually a matching tattoo for her and Freddie. If I hadn't bumped into him that day, I would have remained unaware of her long-standing extramarital affair.

“I know things have been heavy lately. I know this isn’t the calmest chapter of our lives. But I needed you to know something.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a tiny velvet box. Not a ring—but a pendant. A delicate gold chain with a small charm: a heart carved from mother-of-pearl, wrapped in a protective pair of wings. Her eyes shimmered. “It’s beautiful…” “It’s a promise,” I said softly. “To you. To our child. I couldn’t protect you before—not from the betrayal or the pain but I will now. No matter what comes. I’ll stand in the fire for you, Freya.”

Freya retorted and walked into the bathroom. Sarah shrugged and changed into a new set of clothes. Minutes later, Freya walked out of the bathroom, a black towel wrapped around her. “You have a nice tattoo.” Sarah commented, seeing the ink of a moon and cross next to each other, on Freya's collarbone. “It's not a tattoo. It's a birthmark.” Freya corrected, going through the clothes in her side of the wardrobe, confused. After more than ten minutes of searching for something to wear, she settled for a skirt which stopped at her ankle and a crop top.

Freya seemed to have lost weight since the last time they saw each other, then there was that new colour of her lanyard— stating that she is now a fourth year and then there was her new shade of lip tint on her lips— a much brighter and deeper shade of rose, then there was the ribbon incorporated in the braid of her hair, and that new earrings— on her right ear was a star design while on her left ear was a dangling one in the shape of a shooting star. Once the both of them were done checking and observing each other out, they both stood up and faced each other. There was a bit of silence— an awkward silence— between them and none made the move to talk or start a conversation. Hestia saw how

Freya was still sketching furiously, "what do you think about this neckline? It says 'I'm sophisticated' but also 'I could totally kick your—'" "Freya!" Eden cut in, though she was fighting a smile. "Maybe focus on the sophisticated part?" "Fine," Freya sighed. "But I'm keeping the side slit. For mobility purposes, of course." "Of course," we all echoed, not believing her for a second.

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

My face turned pale. I heard laughter coming from outside the door. A few young werewolves who were close to Silas walked into the room with mocking tones. "Silas, isn't it enough that you've marked Freya for seven years? Now, you're using Binding Tattoos to make a vow? How deep are your feelings for her?" One of them laughed as he said, "Does the tattoo hurt? If it really works, I'll need to get Greta to do one for my wife…"

Hecate instructs. Freya sweeps her hair to the side, revealing her bare back. Hecate presses her hands to the base of her neck, and light glows beneath her palms. When she pulls back, the triple moon mark shimmers, then fades. It’ll only appear when Freya is using her highest powers—but it’ll always connect her to the Goddess. “Congratulations,” Hecate says. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you,” Freya says, throwing her arms around her.

My name is Freya, I'm 16 but will be turning 17 in a few weeks, I'm a Junior at Belleview High, I'm part of the art club along with the photography club, I have straight A's which has always made my dad proud of me. I am finally out of that awkward teenage stage where my head was to big for my body, plus I'm no longer built like a little boy. I have long black hair, green eyes that have an amber color around the pupil, I love my eyes, mom and dad used to fight about my eyes, dad says hazel, mom said green so I say green too, I long black eyelashes that most girls get jealous over because I don't need fake ones or mascara, I'm only 5'4" but I love being short, I'm perfectly proportioned with