Greek Goddess Artemis Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

"Sashi is the voice of the larger Goddess, Selene. Do you know who that is? They groan as I shake my head. They disappear from the room and return with a poster. It seems familiar: a circle with crescent moons to the left and right. The same as the engraving on the box Ariella had left for me. "This is the Triple Moon Symbol. It is often seen in most pagan faiths. See how it represents the moon's phases? Here is the waxing crescent—" They point to the crescent on the left, "This is the full moon—" Their finger is on the circle. Finally, they place their finger on the declining crescent on the right side. This emblem depicts the three Moon Goddesses. There is a lot of debating about which thr

When my eyes opened a familiar pale, golden-coloured wolf stood before me, larger than Hyperion, but the scent that surrounded me, was hers. Jasmine that woke my senses, a calming sandalwood that relaxed every tension I held, and her sweet honey scent that you could practically feel lap against your tongue with every breath. Artemis. Her bright green eyes, glowing the same as I had seen minutes ago, but something new laid across her chest, something that I hadn't noticed, or wasn't in the vision. They were pure white in comparison to the pale colour of her coat, you wouldn't think it wouldn’t make as stark of a contrast as it did, unmistakably in the same shapes as our marks. She was ours, a

To the Romans, he was recognized as Neptunus or Neptune. Ares was the Greek god of war and possibly the most unpopular of all the Olympian gods due to the fact of his speedy temper, aggressiveness, and unquenchable thirst for conflict. Artemis was the Greek goddess of hunting, wild nature, and chastity. The daughter of Zeus and sister of Apollo, Artemis used to be considered as a customer of female and young women and a protectress for the duration of childbirth.

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.

“Stay behind me.” She didn’t argue this time. Because something about this place— Felt wrong. They stepped into the clearing. And everything stopped. Lyra’s breath caught instantly. “…no way.” Damon went still. His eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. The ground— Was marked. Not burned. Not broken. Marked. Symbols. Deep. Precise. Carved into the earth in a wide circle. Old. But not inactive. Lyra’s chest tightened sharply. Because she recognized them.

The room slowly hushed again, to allow Artemis to answer my question. “Yes” was all he said. That's a very 'Prophet' like theory. “Alpha Gunner accepts and agrees with Artemis” Cole announced loudly. “He said that during the ceremony the Luna told him she could feel the presence of the Moon Goddess” he continued. “Alpha Gunner said this?” a strong and bulky looking Were with tattoos and curly hair asked from across the table. His aura was powerful, very powerful, and overtly dominating. He’s a strong Alpha for sure.

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

“Selena, tonight you look as beautiful as the moon goddess!” “Congratulations on turning eighteen! May the Moon Goddess bless you with a powerful and worthy mate!” The fervent cries resounded in the clearing as they enthusiastically called out her name. With her golden curls glowing like molten gold under the moonlight, and the blazing torches roaring on the sides adding a mesmerizing glow to her face, Selena attracted the attention of all the unmated males in the pack. At this moment, as they watched the glowing female receive the flower crown of maturity on her head, every unmated male present ardently prayed to the Moon Goddess to make them the true mate of the beautiful female.

Artemis POV I woke up in a medieval period-like room. All of the furniture looks so expensive. I can't help but curse when I felt the pain all over my body. My hand is also tied. The tie was a bit stupid because I can quickly take it off. I was wearing a white dress while the wound on my body was clearly visible. I'm not sure if I'm still at the Palais because the design of this room seems different. I winced when I felt how much my arm hurt. I even cringed when I saw that there was a tracker on my foot. I just closed my eyes there. Now, I'm sure I'm still in Zelo's place.

However, she continued wandering, ignoring the pain, the fear, and the strange noises surrounding her. But then her dress got caught up in some thorn weeds and ripped. The cold kissed the bare skin of her legs. She looked up but saw nothing other than the canopy of enormous, tall trees hiding the moon from her view. Still, she spoke to its goddess. “Moon Goddess and Goddess of Mates, everyone claimed you were the force that unites mates. Yet, I don’t understand. Why would you make him my mate when he doesn’t want a weak Luna like me? You knew it, didn’t you? You knew it! Then why make him my mate and hurt me like this? Why are you so cruel?”