Novel & Cerita Goddess Athena Tattoo Sketch

It was beautiful. "I don't know but he said these were with me when he found me. The crown, this locket, this symbol, and these papers with all these things written on it. I don't know what it means." She said in confusion. "Is that all?" Suzanne asked while picking up the symbol and looking at it with a frown, trying to understand what that could mean. "No, I have got another thing." She said with a frown. "What is it?" "The 'S' sign tattooed on my left waist with a crown on it and the colour is again, fire red." Athena said while showing them the tattoo by raising her shirt. They both looked at it in astonishment for the nth time that day.

A candle place where each symbol overlapped. “Right Athena, I’m ready for you” I walked her over to the pentagram where Henrik stood at the side. “I just need to slice your palm over the bowl my dear. Thank you.” Athena just stared at the cut in the palm of her hand as the skin began to knit itself together again as she healed. “Alpha Axel? Your turn” Axel stormed over and took the knife from Henrik slicing his own hand so the blood would mix with Athena’s in the bowl. Handing the knife back he stepped aside giving Athena the space she needed.

The chamber was bathed in ethereal light as the two mortals appeared before the goddess, their faces etched with determination. "Athena," Ardolf spoke, his voice carrying the weight of his quest, "we seek your guidance in ridding ourselves of Luka's tyranny." Athena regarded them both, her gray eyes alight with wisdom. "I have pondered on this matter, and a plan has taken shape." With eloquence and precision, Athena shared her strategy, her words weaving a tapestry of manipulation and intrigue. She described the fragile bond between Luka and his mortal love, detailing how Ardolf could exploit it to sow discord in Luka's heart.

Natalie surprisingly acted quite calmly while they were around their business partners which also surprised Athena. Currently, Athena was getting ready for the party. She had around two hours left till Roman came knocking on her door. Athena sighed lazily while looking through her dresses. She had a few dresses with her, mostly those Eleana sent her. Athena picked up a green dress that matched her eyes' colour. She put the dress aside before starting to do her hair. She put her hair in an elegant bun with a straight hairline. She then started her makeup. As Eleana wasn't really good with make-up, she chose to do it in a rather simple way. She finished off her look with red lipstick. Finally

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

The Citadel lay in ruins, the Order's stronghold shattered. Athena's fingers pressed against Brody's wrist, searching for a pulse. Her eyes widened as she detected a faint beat, hope rekindling within her. "Wait... he's not gone yet," she whispered, her voice barely audible. With a swift transformation, Athena became the Lunar Guardian. Her body began to glow with a soft, ethereal light as she connected with the moon's ancient power. Her hair flowed like liquid silver, and her skin radiated an otherworldly sheen.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

My eyes widened. She continued. "We ran here to hide. And we found this place. We promised not to tell anyone, remember?" She touched the cave wall gently. "After that, we always came here. Whenever life was too loud." A forgotten memory slammed into me, vivid and sharp. She smiled wider. "You're still not convinced." She tilted her head. "What? Shocked your 'weak, omega sister' turned out to be a goddess? Afraid to accept she no longer needs your protection?"

It was colored black and red, as if blood was inside the glass, with a crown on top surrounded by thorns. I knew it. I had seen that tattoo before. “What’s this drawing, Aya?” I asked as I flipped through her sketchbook. She liked drawing sometimes when she got tired from studying. It was good that she had a creative outlet like this. Burnout was no joke. “Ah, it’s my girlfriend’s tattoo. It’s cool, right?” She smiled as she looked at the drawing. “That’s why the moment I saw it, I remembered it right away. The design is so unique. It looks intimidating as hell.”