Greek Mythology Geometric Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

he continued, his breath warm against my skin as he worked the clasp of the chain, “I had a tiny symbol engraved. A single mark that means everything to us, and nothing to anyone else.” He secured the clasp, the cool, heavy metal immediately settling against my skin. I instinctively reached up and touched the pendant, which was now resting exactly where a heartbeat would be, beneath my sternum. “What is the symbol?” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. The weight of the metal felt strangely protective, a secret shield against the world. He leaned down, his lips brushing my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s a single letter, Killian,” he murmured. “The initial of my given nam

She knew it was wrong to continue reading, but maybe she could understand Declan better and help him more. Sienna let a professional do her makeup while Aideen and Kim fussed over her hair. Her dress was ancient Greece themed and had a lace back that went over the sides. The lace was of Greek vine leaves and joined the front that seemed strapless but was covered with mesh that matched her skin. The dress’s skirt was simple and went down into a short trail. A cape sleeve was on each of her shoulders; it was a piece of material attached that acted as a sleeve but didn’t cover the arms. The sleeves were loose and hung just over her arms.

"Don't force it." I scoffed but didn't bother to reply. To hell with that thing. "Maybe we should check out the intricate designs around the object," Cooper suggested and I looked up. "There might be something there." For once, the immature pureblood had contributed something productive. Twirling the cylinder around with meticulous eyes, nothing was out of place. Just some detailed designs and what not, but when my eyes landed on a Greek word engraved in the middle, I frowned. "αίμα"

- he said, looking at his body in surprise and a little indignantly. Beneath that gorgeous abs were muscular, strong thighs, and in the back, firm and firm... erm... well... just like a nut! And above this very bottom part of the nut was ... Tattoo! All the way back!!! She went from the very bottom of the back to the cervical vertebrae, slightly touching the shoulders. The tattoo, which was most surprising, was black and red and depicted some symbols, the meaning of which he did not know. There was also an inscription in a language that no one but the initiates knows. Alrian.

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.

That, and the sudden emptiness of him pulling out of me, followed by another flood of fluids spilling onto the cold, wet blanket. After healing the deep punctures I left in his skin and muscle, I take a second to examine the beginning of my mark forming on his skin. It never occurred to me that his tattoo only covered is right side because his mates mark would be on the left. The inky black pattern forming on his skin reminds me of the Corinthian designs on ancient Greek pottery, like the vases in the library where he spends so much of his time. Zaine’s finger traces lines on my skin as he follows the pattern of his mark on me. His wolf flashes in his eyes and a deep and instant panic chills

- Yes… - You remember the logo you saw inside of it? - A golden serpent! Yes! - Well that's the logo of Glykon. A company working for the mafia. Do you know who Glykon is? - A Greek goddess I suppose - Yes, it's a snake goddess. In his human form, Glykon would carry a golden shield. - Gosh… you mean… - The secret illegal filial of Golden Shield is Glykon. Goldman was audacious enough to do illegal stuff in my territory, under my eyes. This audacity cannot be out of bravery.

Georgina’s gasp tells me it is good, but not her sort of good. “Wow, not what I was expecting,” Georgina exclaims. “It is a nice tattoo, I think.” Jackson's voice is quiet. Walking over to her, I now am keen to know what it is. “Let me see then.” I take a look. Well, I was right. It isn’t Georgina’s sort of tattoo, black and white, a whip wrapped around a woman’s leg. Nevertheless, it is beautiful and sexy. An amazing tattoo.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

And Fresh blood seemed to be coming out of their mouths. I turned around frantically again and I saw letters, drawings, and carvings on every side of the wall. The drawing was of wolves, men, and a queen while the carving was of objects moon, stars, fangs, birds, triangles, and stars. The letters on the walls were from ancient Greek. It reads... "To those who see the before and after. She bleeds her peace on her offspring. To the one that suffers the pain from their cut. The one that made the moon and the star and the light thereof….she rules with a golden wand and stake! Let eternity reign to call her goddess."