Hecate Tattoo Novels & Stories

"You are the one who killed her!" He grabbed his trident and smashed it on the ground. "I never want to see you again!" He turned and ran out of the temple without looking back. Zale looked at the broken trident. It looked just like their broken bond. On the other side, the High Priests met a worse fate. Hecate tried to go to the River Styx to find Kressa's soul pieces. But the God of the Underworld told her Kressa's dying wish: Never see the traitors again in any lifetime. Her soul pieces turned into starlight and would never return.

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

I managed to push out a smile. I told her genuinely, "Thank you. But, who are you?" Her smile deepened on her lips. "I am Celeste." She sent a hand out to me, which I took, noticing the black tattoo that stood out on her wrist. It was an unusual tattoo, which seemed more like a runic symbol. It was of three crescent moons, all facing away from each other. What did it represent? "I'm Allyssa," I said, and she nodded knowingly with a smile, causing me to chuckle. "And you already know that. Nice to meet you, Celeste," I said, instantly liking her. It is funny how this night keeps getting weirder.

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.

"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

Alec Romanov was a great sailor until he fell in love with the goddess Hekacy. Surprisingly, the word "heka" in the Egyptian language is also both the word for "magic" and the name of the god of magic and medicine, Heka. Hekacy was the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells. Not only was she the one responsible for bestowing the first men the secret knowledge of using the art of witchcraft, she was also said to be the mother of necromancy. Not only that, but she holds a certain domain in the underworld as well and it was she who would appoint her lover the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond using the famed, Phantom Ship.

“All the lives I remember always end in the same thing… with my death. What makes you think this time will be different? The love my soul shares with Sokaris is… consuming. It has led us to the same result, over and over, again.” Hecate said, “But you have never had more mates outside of him… Perhaps that is what you need…” I frowned, looked at my forearm, and said, “Maybe it has to do with this.” The triad walked over, looked at my forearm, and Selene said, “This is new. A compass rose?” “It came out after Alonso, and I mark each other. I thought it was your idea.” Hecate examined my forearm and said, “Nope… It definitely wasn’t our idea, but… it’s a pretty good one. Each cardinal point wil

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

"But first, I must go to visit the Tree Of Hecate." "The Tree of Hecate?" Dimitri questioned. "Yes, we have a tree that's a gift to us, from the Goddess herself," Isis beamed with pride. "Many millennia ago, Hecate came to earth while on a mission to find the gate of hell. Hades attacked and almost killed her; Hades is God of the underworld. A few people that were living here, found her and nursed her back to health. So in return, she granted them powers of their own. She taught them how to mix potions and cast spells and thus the birth of witchcraft."

“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.