Goddess Athena Tattoo Sketch Novels & Stories

Smart. "Alpha," she says as she stands up to bow. I ignore the salute and get right to business. "What have you been told?" I am sitting on the table facing her with Maya by my left. Five wolves, one witch. Enough to make her think twice about messing up. "That there is something wrong with your- the tattoo and that I will be treated with honor if I come to help." I cut a look at Maya who just continues to stare straight ahead. Without saying much, I stretch forth my wrist for the witch to examine.

What surprises me the most is her outfit. I can't believe Athena is dressed in a doll lingerie maid design. It's a sheer short robe at knee length with a looser fit and a shorter hemline. Her prominent breast appears larger thanks to the cups that support her chest, making it look fuller. She's also sporting a cute maid's hairband with ribbons that complements her sexy outfit. She looks like a sluttier version of a life-size Barbie, in a good way. By the way, it's a compliment. "Athena, what the fuck is going on here?" I asked her confusedly.

NERO’S POV Athena returned in an outfit different from the one she walked out of the room wearing. The anger I held onto as I waited for her to return with my mother depilated when she walked in. She looked sexy wearing shorts and all my curiosity about how she looked under her nightgown earlier was nearly satisfied. There was my mate, looking sexy as hell. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen her in shorts. The idea that she was my mate even though I don’t want her to be walking around like that made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.

I'm not ready to handle her cause she's like a pain in the ass. Athena walks in. She wears a dark blue dress with straps and her dress has a V-neck which exposes her toned cleavage. She's beautiful, perfect and she fits into my dark personality. Athena was supposed to be my slut. She fucks me when I want to be fucked and it has been casual not until my father decided to be best friends with Athena's father who is a Godfather of his crime family. Athena is the only girl amongst three brothers. She's tough and she's vicious. Something I like in a woman.

Soon the narrow path ended and it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere. "What is this place" her dad said as the looked around . "I'm confused also" she replied looking at the vast empty space. "Well well well" The almighty one said with a small clap as he walked to stand behind them. Shocked , they turned to face him immediately. "Look who we have here!" He said with a smirk. "If it isn't the Elected one" He added , Athena's brow creased as she stared at him. Athena's POV "If it isn't the Elected one!" The weird guy in front of us said and my brows creased in confusion .

“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.

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.

Nektaria, wife of Charilaus Diamandis, daughter of Athena familia, goddess of wisdom and wit, the blue tattoo of an Athena familia being an Owl Aglaia, wife of Gerasimus Eliades, daughter of Artemis familia, goddess of the hunt, the blue tattoo of an Artemis familia being a Boar. Danae, wife of Panag Mikos, daughter of the Demeter familia, goddess of agriculture, the blue tattoo of a Demeter familia being a Pig. Foteini, wife of Alcaeus Chloros, daughter of the Hestia familia, the goddess of the hearth, the blue tattoo of a Hestia familia being a donkey.

"What do you think might be wrong?" "You love to ask me questions like I am some god. I don't have magical powers," Athena scoffed and pushed past him. She went into her bathroom to take a quick bath before stepping out and putting a fresh dress on, not minding if Alex sat on her vanity table watching her naked body. Once she was done, she combed her hair and added a little bit of finishing touches before applying her scented essentials. "Let's go." Loki was standing with Kolinsky, Harrison, Giannis and Nina. Athena recognized all but Harrison and Giannis.

he said with a mix of concern and determination. While he was away, I found myself approached by an elderly woman. Her presence radiated wisdom and kindness as she drew near. "I can sense that you have enveloped yourself in darkness. So has he," she said softly, casting a compassionate gaze in our direction. "Yet, when you two sit together, the darkness dissipates." With a gentle smile, she extended her hand, revealing a delicately crafted miniature statue of the goddess Athena. "Athena was the embodiment of justice, but she also possessed the power to rule matters of the heart, often intertwined with love," the elderly woman explained, her voice carrying the weight of countless experiences.