Hades Greek God Tattoo Novels & Stories

My eyes lingered on his full sleeve tattoo on both arms, designed with unique symbols and patterns that completed his gangster appearance. Goddess tell me, am I dreaming? It seems I have found the answer to that just when Valerian leaned in, whispering close go my ear in the huskiest voice I never heard from anyone before. “We are going to punish you real hard for what you did.” MY eyes widened just as he pulled back, his dark and domineering aura returning. “We’d love to catch up with you, but your brother is waiting. Now, let’s go.” I could see the level of hostility in Hades’ eyes as they flashed dangerously when he looked at me. It seemed like he really wanted to hurt me, causing my hear

Asked one of them in a rather flat tone. The handsome black-haired middle-aged man, black eyes. He was quite aloof and sinister compared to the rest. His scent was quite nasty and bloody. The glint of his eyes carried a few untold interesting sinister stories that the lord probably was interested in. His appearance was close to the god's name… “Hades… The lover of Persephone.” Shadow chuckled as she called the name indifferently. “You may.” Sabrina’s eyes sparkled wider than before. It was indeed a true Greek god parody. They used such an interesting concept that Sabrina didn’t think it was possible.

EVANGELINE. My gaze snaps back to the tattoo on his torso, realising it’s not just any snake but the symbolic sea serpent of Hades… The symbol of the Night Shade Pack, how did I not realise! I look up at him, grasping onto the fact that I had gone straight from the wolf’s den into the monster’s lair…

I sprang from my bed, adrenaline pumping as I prepared to confront the intruder. My stance quickly relaxed, however, and a frown crossed my face when I saw who it was—Hayes Hawthorne, standing in my room shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Every inch of his body was sculpted like a Greek god, with sharp lines and rigid definition. A large tattoo sprawled across his upper chest and onto his left shoulder, dark and bold, forming a series of interconnected shapes that were both intricate and slightly thorny.

I said confused "Aphrodite is a name I gave myself, I'm still curious on how he knew that name" "What kind of name is Konstantino, and Hades?, Isn't that like the God of death or something?. What does M means?" I said intrigued "I think Konstantino is a Greek name, Hades is too. Hades is not a God of death, but the God of the Underworld" She saw my surprised look "I know my Greek okay, I'm fascinated by the Language and Culture, It's beautiful." "I figured" I smiled at her "This Konstantino guy seem, how can I put it, intriguing, I think I'll like him, I think you will too" I smirked at her reaction, her crimson coloured cheek.

Holy fuck, his eyes were undeniably beautiful. There was a tattoo of a pair of dice on his torso, and the image contorted as Hades slid forward, pushing more of his dick inside her. She gasped desperately for breath because Hades’s dick was wine-bottle-thick, and she might not be the smallest girl, but his big American cock could still break her in half. He pushed his hips forward, and the pressure built up into pleasure, forcing her to moan. “Pleasee… Hades… oh, God…”

It grew heavy, heavy, with the smell of ozone and rich, oxidized soil. She knew it was Hades. Not Pluto, not Dis Pater. This was the older, more austere god, the one who governed through silence rather than a bellow, but through an unbreakable oath. The statue was simple, gigantic. It presented him not as a frightening commander but as a man in the prime of his power, sitting, a helm at an angle under one arm, his face not cruel but very piercing. And his eyes, shards of obsidian, shone with a radiance that consumed the very light of the lab and reflected back only an impossible depth.

"No! Don't do it. Listen to me, Kade— Hades, however, was already in motion. Before I could process what was happening, fire burned into my skin as he put a palm to his chest. It was a mark etched into my body, and the anguish was blinding. The air was heavy with the stench of burnt blood. The mark seared itself into me, twisting, curling, a symbol older than the world, and I screamed in deep agony, my teeth bared. Then smoke rose from my skin as it cooled. Dark and alive, the mark glowed dimly. Nyra gasped for air. As though a thread had suddenly been woven from him to her, something in her chest tugged tightly. My attention was drawn to her even though I didn't totally understand what was

Hades. He wasn't wearing the furs from last night. He wore a charcoal-grey suit tailored so perfectly it looked like armor. His dark hair was swept back, and the jagged tattoos on his neck were visible above his white collar. He didn't look like a man who had spent the night sweating in a rut. He looked like a god of war deciding which part of the world to conquer first. His silver eyes locked onto mine. The mate bond, which I thought had been a fever dream, snapped tight around my lungs. My wolf, previously silenced by Hudson’s rejection, let out a submissive howl in the back of my mind.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.