Hecate Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

He wore a new tattoo with a similar design but in miniature on the point of his cheek just under his left eye and she suspected that Cameron and Heath sported their own somewhere on their bodies. Rhett had not stopped there, of course. Tangled in the leaves of an ivy vine that started at her hip and ended where her pubic hair line would begin if she allowed it to do so were their initials. HG, CE, RS. He had made a pun out of her new name, and used it to tie the Triquetra to her, branding her both with their chosen symbol and with their initials. He had marked her as belonging to them, their property.

I was not certain what the front looked like, but the white thong looked great from the back. My eyes lingered on tattoos that had not been there yesterday… The left cheek said, ‘Property of Jackson Habibi’. The right cheek said, ‘Property of Zeus Hamia’ and were both signed with her initials. Damn fucking straight. Now, I needed to get a tattoo that showed the same sentiment regarding her. There was nobody else that I would willingly belong to except for her. I bent over and kissed the left cheek while Zeus kissed the right. It was an honor to us both that she chose to belong to us. We also belonged to her – heart, body, and soul.

I asked. “Sure, why not” She laughed “I have a lot of skin to cover”. Reece pulled out a pad and started to draw “I can start tattooing tomorrow if that works. I will start on a background design and then you can tell me your ideas about what you want for the boys. If you boys send me your ideas for what you want and then I can add them all in. I am thinking of making the main theme a mystical battlefield since Charlotte here had proven to be such a warrior”.

“They are the Moon Triad, composed of Artemis, the virgin goddess of the crescent moon, mother of human souls; Selene, the goddess of the full moon and our actual mother, since it was she who created the wolves, therefore, she is our protector; and Hecate, goddess of the waning moon, wisdom, mother of witches, and mother of Lycans. “Oh, my goddess!” “Hecate caused the coma because she needed to cast a spell on me, as Aika was remembering a lot of her past life. Hecate explained that if Aika continued to remember, we could not get the true potential of our power. Part of the balance of my power is my mates.” “Excuse me honey, did you say mates?” “That’s right, mom. Mates. Eric is one of them.

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…

it usually the other way around. “Tell me something my dear child…” Hecate speaks as she passed me the cup, “What is it you desire?” she said and I saw the ominous look on her face, I don’t know if she was angry or I was just intimidated by her aura. Or is it my body who just immediately summits to her voice. Hecate, she wore a simple black robe, her hair were jet black, a beautiful shade of black with brown mixed with it. her eyes were filled with the mysteries we couldn’t fathom and her aura was that of divine.

"The Rite of Ascension demands that a chosen heir must venture into the wilderness on the night of the blood moon. Should they return with the sacred bloom, they are marked with its likeness—branded by a white-hot iron as testament to their worthiness. Those who fail..." The sentence bled into silence, unfinished, but the implication was clear. Their bodies were never recovered. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my throat parched. Though my memory was hazy, I swore I'd seen a glimpse of a similar tattoo on Icarus’s bicep that night at the strip club—or had I imagined it? The elegant, twisting vines of the Moon Shade flower, its crescent petals cradling a dagger... it wasn't just a design

She kisses each of her handfasted males goodbye, then teleports us to her home—straight into her spell room. The cauldron already boils, and from the scent alone, I know what’s in it: rue, obsidian dust, crushed sulfur crystals, and garlic skins. Two other potions sit waiting on the table. These are powerful workings. For what purpose, I can only imagine. “Jamal, I need a few drops of your blood for this potion,” Hecate says calmly. “What this will do is make you my protector. If Lucifer—or any of his minions—can find us and get through all the wards, then you and Bella will be the last line of defense to protect this child.”

She blushed as she rubbed his chest. He had the tattoo of skulls, like a cemetery on his body and a cross tattoo that had a snake wrapped around it with its tongue out. “Okay, enough of all these adoration. Do you remember we have to dispose him before he wakes up??” I snapped her out of whatever imaginations she was currently harbouring.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.