Hecate Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

He said. "Then how'd you...get that?" I pointed with my index finger towards his neck. "I heard you get that type of tattoo or something similar when you come of age as a wizard. It's the symbol that shows the moon goddess has shown her blessings on a wizard, and he is ready to conquer the world with his magic. Also, they say a half moon tattoo could only be found on some unique wizard who has something related to the Alpha blood." He said that as if it wasn't a big deal but for me it was. I was stunned to think that he was taking his powers so lightly.

Rama purred softly as he dozed off on the couch's curved back, where he had curled up to sleep. Raquel cast her eyes around the room and admired the paintings that hung on the walls as well as the figurines of the goddesses Morrigan, Hathor, and Vesta that adorned the mantel. Morrigan was the goddess of war and sorcery, while Hathor was the goddess of cunning. Vesta was the goddess of fire. The statue of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic, which was almost as tall as she was and stood in the alcove next to the fireplace, was her favorite piece. It was good to be back in my own home. She had washed for a quarter of an hour, trying to wash away the stench of the Graysons' cellar as well as the

Her Mona Lisa smile fills me with a sense of relief. Beside her is a woman who could be mistaken for the striking woman in history known as Cleopatra. Hecate is shorter than Mother. She observes the room with intense, dark eyes. When she moves her head, it leaves a kind of vapor trail, showing she can see in multiple directions at once. She has charcoal colored shadow all the way across her eyes and the bridge of her nose and deep red lipstick staining her lips. Her long, straight jet black hair compliments a perfect deep olive complexion. She has burned protective sigils onto her cheeks along with circular tattoos placed strategically around her face and neck. She has slits in her natural c

Her smile comforted me. “You must be Luka,” she said as we poured out of the car. “Yes…and you must be the…” “Witch?” She winked. “I like to think of myself as a healer. A channeler and medium, too. But ‘witch’ suits me fine. My name is Hecate. And you, you must be Caleb. It’s an honor to work with you. I’ve heard great things.” Caleb shook her hand. “Thank you for seeing us so quickly.”

I was also worried they would reject me because I was an omega in this pack. I look up admiring my mate. Jason has dirty blonde short spiked hair, Amazing chocolate brown eyes, a strong prominent jaw shaved clean of any facial hair. Muscular shoulders and arms with a lean stomach and slender muscular legs. I squeeze his hand as we take our seats in the back seat. He looks down at me with a slight grin knowing I was just checking him out. "I Clarissa Klair Hercules, daughter of Beta Andrew Hercules and Melissa Clare Jackson accept you Jason Cole as my mate."

I start for him but stop in my tracks when his lips part and he releases a sharp breath. His eyes flutter open and the green in them is gone. In its place, obsidian sits, peering at everything and nothing in particular. He cranes his neck in my direction with a grace that is nothing like Rune's. Those black cold eyes land on me and his lips tilt upwards in a deadly smile. "Why, hello princess," the Hekate says. '

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

“The bond, it can’t be undone so easily. We’re meant...” “Meant?” His lips curled in disgust. “You are an omega. Weak. Powerless. Barely tolerated. Do you truly believe the Moon Goddess would curse me with you?” The crowd parted as Lyra stepped forward. She was beautiful in the way polished daggers were beautiful , sharp, gleaming, deadly. The Beta’s daughter. The woman everyone already called future Luna. Her red lips curved into a smile as she slipped her arm around Kael’s. “Alpha,” she said softly, though her eyes gleamed with triumph, “the pack is watching.”