Hecate Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

This bashful maiden act has got to go. She grabs my chin with her thumb and fore finger making me look at her. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and ghosts. And on to you I grant access to my powers, may you use them wisely and may they help you on your quest.” She leaned forward resting her forehead against mine while running her hands down my arms. When she interlaced her fingers with mine, I felt this shock, and a surge of power ran through me. But I could finally truly see her. Hecate’s aura was lilac as were her eyes.

“What kind of tea is this?” A small smile plays on Hecate her face. “Tea of the gods. Now focus and listen to me. You have the magical power of a Goddess, that means you influence the elements and not just earth, wind, fire, water and spirit. You influence all eight elements. Earth, wind, fire, water, spirit, ice, darkness and light. I’ll show you small examples of what I mean.” Hecate takes her own cup of tea and swirls her hand above the cup. Her eyes start glowing a bright green, just like mine do when I access my powers and the tattoos on her skin seem to follow her movements. Following the trail of her swirling fingers are small strings of tea.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

I quickly looked down and around the room, and found that I was sitting on the opulent marble floor in front of the triple Goddesses upon their thrones. Hecate sat on her throne, flanked by two large and muscular hounds. Her gaze was intense, piercing into my very being with her mesmerizing eyes that were a fiery crimson color. As she stared at me, a sly smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, giving her a somewhat sinister appearance. As I gazed upon Isis, her pure white dress radiated with an otherworldly light, making it seem as if she was glowing from within. The sun-shaped crown on her head shone with such intensity that it was almost blinding, causing me to squint.

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

Diana sat in the lounge chair, hugging her knees close to her chest. A small, hitching sigh wracked throughout her. She inspected her hand for the thousandth time, peering at those crescent-shaped marks that Hecate's touch had left on her skin. They looked like tiny tattoos, drawn with black lines and resembling little moons. She had one on the inside of her wrist, another on that soft part beneath her thumb, and another right in the middle of her palm.

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

This time, it’s shaped like a waxing moon. “The right one is Hecate.” I turned to my side and found Nicole, wearing a pink trench coat under a purple outfit. A neon blinding orange scarf snaked around his neck. “The statues are based on the three lunar deities of Greek Mythology.” I surveyed Hecate’s statue. She is the only one who doesn’t hold a weapon. Instead, her right hand bears a torch while what seems like a snake slither around the Goddess’ neck. A sapphire waning moon shone above her head to where her crown is.