Goddess Athena Tattoo Sketch Novels & Stories

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.

"Yeah I know just pulling ya balls. I think you should see my date to the date. Hehehe" Marcus stepped out of his car and another woman from the opposite side of the car followed suite. The lady was dressed in a royal blue dress and she possessed strong feminine features such as a big waist, puffed chest , charming face and a big backside. Adrian widened his eyes in shook and yelled "Athena!!!!???" The lady spoke "Yes , Adrian God of fire and destruction , I'm Athena goddess of wisdom and I'm here to accompany Marcus on what Earthlings refers to as 'date's. Long time no see I've been wanting to meet you in person"

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Nobody was looking at me. ‘A mistake. Has to be a mistake.’ “Yaya, come on,” Athena tugged at my wrist, leading me toward the taco stand. ************************** We grabbed food and started the short walk home. Athena filled the air with chatter about her latest conquest. “He was built like the Hulk,” she said dreamily, stuffing her face with tortilla. “So many tattoos, like—an art gallery, but sexier. I drooled on him twice. He had to flip me into doggy just to save his sheets.”

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

Heavy-hearted, Athena dressed for the banquet the next day. Celebration was the last thing on her mind. At the moment, Richard and his antics seemed so unimportant compared to the turmoil in her heart. It should have worked. Athena couldn't believe it had not worked. “Goddess, why?” She thought in anguish as she put the final touches on her makeup. Smoky lids emphasised her expressive eyes more. Lashes expertly curled. Light blush on her high cheekbones. Rosy lips more dazzling with nude lipstick.

Now that she's closer, I see gold markings on her like those on me and my mates. "What are the gold tattoos?" I ask. She smiles slightly. "It's the mark of the goddess warrior. Once you were fully mated, your goddess warrior blood was released, and you passed it on to Vaughn and Ivan. You all will have the strength and power of goddesses and gods." I'm glad I have a better understanding of what is happening, but I'm getting a headache. "Thank you for bringing me here and explaining everything to me," I say with a small smile. I have always felt insignificant my entire life, but now I feel like I can move mountains. Athena steps closer so she's only a few feet away.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Her Mona Lisa smile fills me with a sense of relief. Beside her is a woman who could be mistaken for the striking woman in history known as Cleopatra. Hecate is shorter than Mother. She observes the room with intense, dark eyes. When she moves her head, it leaves a kind of vapor trail, showing she can see in multiple directions at once. She has charcoal colored shadow all the way across her eyes and the bridge of her nose and deep red lipstick staining her lips. Her long, straight jet black hair compliments a perfect deep olive complexion. She has burned protective sigils onto her cheeks along with circular tattoos placed strategically around her face and neck. She has slits in her natural c

"This shipping manifest from the first Alpha's personal effects, listing a gift received from the neighboring pack upon his betrothal to the priestess." She laid it next to another page, a faded sketch from a different journal. "And this is a drawing from a much later account, a description of a ceremonial knife used by the priestess herself. Look at the hilt." We crowded around. The manifest described a "dagger of state, with a hilt of polished moonstone, carved with the phases of the moon." The sketch, though crude, clearly showed a dagger with a distinctive, pale hilt, etched with wavy lines that could indeed be interpreted as lunar phases.