Hecate Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

When the black sheep of the family meets the woman-hater mafia billionaire, is there a chance that Jada will find herself chained to the demon's heart? *** Jada Turner, the 20-year-old youngest daughter is always neglected by her family for an unknown reason, that’s why she just found herself hanging around with her friends, clubbing and drinking ‘til the sunrise. But in one night, the woman's life completely changes because of a bet dealt with her friends. She found herself inside an unfamiliar condominium which she discovered was owned by the wealthiest billionaire in the country, Achilles Coleman, the known woman-hater and a billionaire mafia leader. She managed to escape, but seeing the man inside her mansion again brought her back to chaos. Her world crumbled when this billionaire mafia accused her of trespassing and attempted murder. Jada's parents want to compromise as they don’t want to get involved in this and the company's name at risk. Achilles agreed, on one condition, he wants Jada to come with him. Why would a woman-hater want to take this feisty woman? Does Jada’s tattoo on her upper left arm have to do with this? Will that tattoo unveil the secret behind her real identity?

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?

She died early and went to heaven. Her first wish was to live more in one place, her second wish was to fall in love and her third wish was to die a natural death. She gets to live in three different eras, she gets to fall in love with two guys and she dies at the age of 22 in every era. But she is stubborn to fulfil her wishes her own way...will she be able to go against the orders of the almighty? ................................................................................................. "Who are you?", I asked. "How can you be so dumb", he replied. "Nice name but a bit long for my liking", that was me. And all I got was an angry look. "What! You could have just answered my question without any stupid remarks.", I have no idea from where this audacity came in me. His eyes were red and at that moment I knew he is from some higher order family who have no habit of listening to comebacks. "It's not tough to see how dumb you are to treat the animal before even looking for the rider.", he said with so much arrogance that even the horse made a sound which clearly meant 'I WANT TO PUNCH HIM'. "If a rider doesn't know how to ride without getting hurt, I guess it's more worth saving the horse. It can at least have a master who knows how to ride properly and be productive.", I said with a smirk. "You clearly don't know who I am or else you would have not just saved me first but also would have shown respect.", he shouted at me. What an arrogant jerk! At that moment I knew we hate each other, but fate had some other plans for us!

On the day of the mating ceremony, a crazed witch bursts in and points straight at me, shrieking, "Six years later, your Alpha will betray you!" Troy Hudson, my soon-to-be mate, turns livid. He swats the purple-glowing crystal ball from her hand, shattering it on the floor. "Nonsense! Estelle is my fated mate! I'll only ever love her in this lifetime!" After that, he becomes even more devoted to me. At the Moon Goddess' altar, he drapes the Luna shawl over my shoulders. He marks me with his scent so the entire pack knows I belong to him. Every full moon, he deepens the mark on my neck, whispering that I am his forever. I believe his love is unbreakable until our sixth anniversary. A box waits at our front door. Inside lies a pair of lace panties and a photograph. In the photo, Troy is pressed over his foster sister, Rue Youngblood, the wolf tattoo on his body glowing faintly. His hand grips her waist, his eyes burning with the same heat I've dreamed of a million times. And Rue? She's wearing that same pair of panties. On the back of the photo, written in ink as red as blood, is a line of pure provocation. "The Alpha's heart may belong to you, but his body belongs to me." Agony ripped through my chest, yet not a single tear fell. Instead, I rest my hand on my belly and quietly send word to the Witch Association. "I accept your invitation. Please help me vanish."

Curiosity isn't a bad thing... Particularly for two powerful men locked in a silent battle they refuse to acknowledge. When they allow a human to open a mysterious business between their tattoo shop and gym, they soon realize their new tenant plans to help them explore more than just surface-level issues. They're about to learn that desire isn't something you can control... and being stuck in the middle might just be the best place to start becoming more fluid in their beliefs.

Twenty-two stories. Twenty-two chances to lose yourself. From storm-stranded islands to tattoo parlors after dark, this collection takes you places you’ve never been with people you’ll never forget. A marine cartographer discovers that the most thrilling territory to explore isn’t on any map. A pastry chef learns that the sweetest pleasure comes with a sting. A mafia fixer breaks his one unbreakable rule. A firefighter finds heat that has nothing to do with flames. These aren’t your typical romance stories. Here, a museum archivist rediscovers her wild side. An insomniac musician becomes a sleep researcher’s favorite subject. Twin vocal coaches teach an opera singer to find her voice again. A tattoo artist and a widow bond over grief and ink. Each tale is different: different bodies, different desires, different ways of coming undone. Some encounters are tender. Others are raw. A few will make you blush in public. All of them will leave you breathless. Whether it’s the tension of waiting, the trust required to surrender, or the electricity of a first touch, each story explores what happens when two people finally give in to what they’ve been craving. Diverse. Bold. Unapologetically sensual. Your next obsession starts here.

On our tenth anniversary, Evan Rodger and I decided to tattoo each other's names on our chests. After the tattoo session, I woke up with my head still feeling groggy. To my dismay, I found the words "Old Crone" tattooed in a bold font across my chest. Upon noticing the way my expression dropped, Isabel Hawthorn, who was the tattooist, snickered, "You’ve been dating Evan for a decade, but he still hasn’t registered your marriage together. What does that make you if not an old crone?" I smashed the mirror on the spot, which spewed broken shards in her direction. Evan practically threw himself in her direction and pulled her into his arms to protect her. He snapped at me with a ferocious scowl, "She’s just a young, naive girl who was trying to make a joke. Why are you picking on her?" I stared intently at the parted collar of his shirt. What was supposed to be my name tattooed on his chest had been replaced with "Isabel Hawthorn, My Only Love". Isabel wrapped her arms around Evan. She expertly played the victim and appealed dearly to him, "Evan said he liked my name last time, so I was only trying to make a joke. You wouldn’t be upset at me, would you, Claire?"

When Veronica Styles takes a million-dollar contract from her powerful boss Dominic Vaughn and his beautiful wife Stella, lust, guilt, and a tattoo link her to a brutal past…and to a man who might have killed her brother. What starts as revenge becomes a dangerous tangle of secrets, interesting identities, and a Russian mafia heir who won’t let go. The rules were meant to be simple but nothing could prepare her for the darkness disguised within… what could have possibly gone wrong?

All she remembered of that man was his birthmark and a tattoo he had on his back, so how was she going to find him? Her family rejected her and she had to struggle alone to raise her son, the fruit of that night, but after losing her job for the tenth time, her friend nominates her to be a nanny for the CEO's son, but what she doesn't know is that this hot CEO who lost his wife is actually the same man from years ago. " I finally found you!"

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"