Greek Goddess Artemis Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

Luna Aaliyah tells her, with a confused look still in her eyes. Just then the doors to the den open and in strolls Josiah with Edon behind him. Edon had a warrior on each side as he entered. Another woman followed behind them that nobody recognized, she had long flowing black hair that came down to her mid back. She wore a long dark blue gown that stretched to her ankles. The sleeves were three quarter inch and she had markings that trailed from her fingertips all the way up her arms stopping on her neck. The markings seemed to represent nature, and wildlife. The markings on her right arm, a wolf surround by stars and various stages of the moon that trailed into a weeping willow tree’s growt

Sera said. Dessa looked at her over the rim of her cup. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Half of them are afraid. A quarter of them are angry. The rest are watching to see which way it goes." She set down her cup. "Nobody knows what to do with a Tattooed Luna. The last one was three hundred years ago. It's not exactly in the current handbook." "Tattooed Luna," Sera said. "Is that not what they've been calling you?" "Nobody's been calling me anything to my face."

Apollo blinked a few times before answering. “Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, the moon… even childbirth and chastity.” “I knew it!” Summer cheered, grinning at Artemis. “I should call you a goddess! You’re so pretty, just like her!” “Does that mean you’ll call me Uncle God?” Apollo piped up. Summer wrinkled her nose. “But you’re not a god.” “Yeah, but Apollo is a god—and he’s handsome.” “But you’re not as cool as him.”

In his palms rested the Luna ring, forged from a single perfect moonstone that was so rare that the goddess delivered it herself, Legend said it had once belonged to the first Luna of Silverfang, the one who wove the original protection spell they said she could see Selene and talk to her. “Nina Crossroad,” he said his voice softening, “you accepted me yesterday as your Alpha and mate. Now I ask the pack to witness what the Goddess has already bound. Do you accept the mantle of Luna? Will you stand beside me, protect this pack with your life, and carry its future in your hands?” The words I had spoken in the garden echoed back at me, but heavier now as we were in publicI wouldn't only be lyi

Arthene coughed, muttering, "Let go… At the very least… I really did take two blows for you and Estella…" "You took blows?" Ares laughed exasperatedly. "So, stealing credit, sowing discord, poisoning and killing the pups, and letting wolves in—is that your way of taking payment?" His nails dug deep into her neck, making black blood flow down. "I chose to cast my goddess into the mud and worshiped the venomous snake instead. "Arthene, you don't even deserve a quick death." Without any warning, Ares tore off one of Arthene's arms with his bare hands. Arthene's piercing screams tore through the night sky, deafeningly loud.

he said softly, “is the famed Pashupati seal. Scholars debate its meaning — some see it as an early vision of Shiva, others as a forgotten deity altogether. What is certain is its power. Even now, thousands of years later, it speaks to us of dominion — not just over beasts, but over the very instincts of mankind.” He shifted his hand toward the second piece, larger and more arresting. A fragment of fired clay, the carving worn but unmistakable: a fierce goddess astride a tiger, bow raised, her form radiating strength even in ruin. “This seal,” he continued, “is rarer still. Many believe it to be an early depiction of Durga — warrior goddess, slayer of demons. The tiger beneath her is not jus

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.

Dove said calmly. “Artemis is being detained for his multiple personalities, we have been kept separate in body, spirit, and mind for the first time. It seems he is having his own psychotic break. We can’t allow him to run around with the combination of wolf spirits in him, he’s dangerous. No single wolf should have this much power. They don’t know how to control it, use it, or know what will happen to Artemis in the process of overriding Artie’s entire being.” Dove mumbled, embarrassed by revealing so much.

Artemis, the goddess of the wilderness, the hunt, and wild animals. Hecate, the goddess of magic, witchcraft, and the night. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, lust, beauty, and pleasure. They formed a semicircle with Selene at the center, and standing before her reminded me of the conversation I’d had with Jasper. “I was wrong.” I turned to see Jasper entering the space with me. He wore a white button-up shirt, untucked from his black pants. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and a few buttons were undone—an outfit I had seen him in many times while he was fulfilling his duties as Alpha.

* The night’s veil had just been drawn over a lake with peaceful waters. Time remained suspended, frozen by the divines' presence in this sacred place. The sound of a cart pulled by two silver-white horses made the two goddesses look up as they sat near a lake with translucent waters. One of them, Artemis with red hair, Goddess of the Crescent Moon, fierce hunter armed with her quiver of arrows and great golden bow, finally uncrossed her arms from under her chest. The other, Hecate, with hair as black as darkness, Goddess of the New Moon with ageless beauty, let her fingers run through the fur of a dog and a skunk. On her vaporous white dress, green runes and alchemy symbols turned continuou