Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Geometric Tattoo

he said and when he raised his hand, I noticed the vine-shaped tattoo he had on this one. “What is this?” I asked in disbelief. “At what point did you get a tattoo?” George held up his hand with a matching tattoo and I looked at him blankly. “The moment the Goddess joined us as your protectors,” he said sternly. “Somehow, she wants me to join you because she thinks I can serve in your protection.” My mouth fell open and the others nodded. “No matter what happens, we're going to be there for you, Snow,” Winter said firmly. “We're your family, your friends, and your shield. No matter what happens, we're going to have your back.”

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

I begin walking towards her, my hand slowly removing the bandage that is covering the tattoo. When it is fully removed, she gasps. “Wow, not what I was expecting!” “It is a nice tattoo, I think.” Jackson's voice comes from the kitchen. Looking down, it does look fantastic, a whip wrapped around a woman’s leg, in black and white. “Let me see then.” Marcus walks over, looking at the tattoo. “Yeah, it’s alright.” He laughs, winking and walks back into the living room. “Got some time to talk?” Georgina looks at me, then Jackson. I am guessing it is something to do with Liam.

Brushing the foreign letters with the pad of his thumb, he murmured, "What does it say?" So my Italian tattooed my name on his chest in Greek language but he didn't know how to read this thing. Maria's husband was Greek and thankfully in a conversation, I got to know that she saw the tattoo on his chest once and instantly knew a girl had captured their prince's heart. She told me he inked my whole name on his chest in Greek. Cassandra. When I didn't answer, those icy blue eyes met my ambers. A shaky breath left me at the intensity and beauty of them. They hypnotized me each time they fell on me.

I reach a hand out and trace my fingers along the line of one of his tattoos, knowing its just an excuse to touch his sculpted abs. “Sri Yantra I believe the geometric designs are called,” I comment, remembering studying the designs when I took art during my senior years of high school. “Yes,” he confirms, smiling at me like he's impressed. “They symbolise balance and meditation, two things I need in my hectic life” “I love them,” I tell him, resting my palm on his chest. I can feel his heart beat increase and for a moment I think he's going to lean down and kiss me but instead he surprises me by pulling away.

Drake asked. "Whoever wears that means she is the Legendary Goddess. There are plenty of necklaces that can identify the legendary goddess. The necklace has a mixture of symbols of two races. It just looks like the necklace that Sophie is wearing. The crescent moon symbolizes the race of vampires. The blue full moon symbolizes the race of wizards. It means that Sophie is half vampire and half wizard. " When the king said that, our eyes almost popped out. S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses?!

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

I feared this rage would overpower my sanity, leading me to do something foolish. "Be cautious, Damian," my inner voice warned, causing me to exhale loudly. Standing up, I removed my shirt and approached the mirror. Turning to the side, I gazed at the tattoo adorning the upper part of my left arm. It depicted the likeness of a young woman, and beneath her face, the Greek name Κασσάνδρα was etched, meaning Cassandra. I had gotten the tattoo the week after I first saw Cassie at the moonlit party. I had observed her every day, morning and night, engraving her appearance in my mind.

she commented. He looked up at her. “What?” “The tattoo,” she smiled. “Do you still remember what it stands for?” he asked. “I’m your nymph, which you got from the Greek Mythology nymph Calypso. You got it in that colour because it’s the colour of my eyes, which are your favourite thing about me. You made them loop the y to make a heart because I’m the only one who holds your heart. The paw signifies the pact we made that we would never let any wolf truly rule over us...” she trailed off.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.