Goddess Athena Tattoo Sketch Novels & Stories

We walked towards the portal to celebrate our victory, prepare for our future, and mourn the fallen. *** Athena's POV I stared at two women in front of me. One had hair as white as snow. Her eyes were as bright as the stars, her skin glowing. She gave me a warm smile as she walked towards me. Her feet were bare as she glided through the grass. As she got closer, I noticed white tattoos of the stars and constellations covering her arms. The second woman followed the first. Her eyes, the colour of the sun, golden and bright. Her hair, as dark as earth. Her skin was glowing and looked as though it had been wrapped by the sun, the colour of caramel. Her body held tattoos of vines and flowers, st

She then stood up, the way she appeared less tall, her shoes were off, as she trailed towards him, stopping when they were inches apart, following every movement of his pupils, "I know that story, Adler, about the girl who did the bare minimum, the girl you worship to the point of making her your fetish." Placing her right fingers against his arm, she lowered her gaze to meet his chest, afraid of what she might see if she peered into his gaze. She trailed her fingers down until they were wrapped around his elbow. "Fine, I'm sorry for deceiving you. If you that mad, I'm a brunette," Athena gripped his arm, "But I waited long enough for you to forget about her. It's about time you look at me,"

She stood at 5'9" with a well-toned frame and an Amazonian astatic with her choice of clothing. Her bare arms and back are covered with tattoos of different animals from many different cultures. Walking outside and directly to the tree Hevenly had previously used as a shadow gate then proceeding to lean against the tree and speak quietly bit loud enough for Hevenly to hear) I know you don't know me yet and I know you use Negativity as a resource for whatever your currently doing, so let me make myself clear. I am Evelyn Kamahazara. Or Athena in your native tounge. While I shall not interfere with you unless provoked, know that only the strong survive on this planet. So if you play with fire,

Morrígan spoke. Viper’s eyes widened. Did she just read my mind? The goddess had short dark curly hair that fell over her left side of her dark skinned face, covering her left eye and Viper could see some kind of tattoo on her visible right eye. It had white intricate dotted markings all around it that looked like tiny crystals. “Allow me to show you!” the goddess whispered and Viper watched as she unexpectedly vanished in a dark cloud of smoke. Through the smoke cloud, farther from Viper, stood Diana and in front of him was the bare chested muscular toned god identified as Kratos.

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envelop it in warm, wet heat. He moans my name in reverence.

And Athena appeared at the edge of the clearing. I forgot how to breathe. She was absolutely radiant, glowing in the moonlight like she'd been touched by the Moon Goddess herself. Her dress was pure white, flowing and ethereal, with long sleeves and a neckline that showed off her mate mark—my mark on her skin. The one I'd given her nights ago, when I'd officially marked her as mine. The fabric draped beautifully over her rounded belly, celebrating rather than hiding her pregnancy. Her dark hair hung loose down her back in soft waves, woven with both silver and gold ribbons representing both packs, and small white flowers that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

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.

on earth? And the fear and respect you had gained from all men," that was not the first time she saw her, but she was always showing up more attractive and friendly, but today she called her Morolake, instead of her real name, Itanforiti, the only daughter of the Akeregbe the foolish kind of black land and the peace land, she had never held any weapon, or be part of any military training, one who can not even face his brother, how would she had possibly defeated kingdoms, the goddess shouted " pursue them and beat the hell fire out of them, she did not knew how, but she ran so fast and caught up with them, she attacked and beat them up, till they all ran to palace with fear, she looked up a

It was no wonder why she knew medicine, why she was so good at it, and why he could always see the character of a member of the Lang family from the capital city in her. It could only be explained with one possibility. This Sienna was THAT Sienna. The current abandoned daughter in Isonbert was actually the famous Goddess of War in the capital city! The divine acupuncture master, Cecily; the King of Mercenaries, Lone Shadow; and the Goddess of War, Sienna. It was all one person. It was her! Harry stroked Sienna’s brows lightly with his clean and slender fingers, seeming as if he was talking to himself as he questioned her, “Are you the person that I’ve been looking for?”

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened