Hecate Tattoo Novels & Stories

I step further. Next to Diana is another figure. Taller. Darker. Wrapped in shadows and swirling smoke. Her eyes are blindfolded with silk, yet I feel them watching me. Her skin gleams obsidian, marked with ancient runes. In one hand, she holds a torch that burns with violet fire. In the other, a serpent. Hecate. Goddess of the crossroads. Magic. Witches. Keeper of all things hidden and forbidden. I move forward slowly, silver flames rippling around my paws, burning brighter with each step.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

she said hesitantly. “That much is evident,” he touched a finger to the tattoo beneath her collar bone. The tattoos made sense. He felt like a fool not to have made the connection earlier. HG, CE, RS was entangled in the ivy on her stomach. Heath Gale, Cameron Edison, Rhett Salem. Hmm. It angered him that they had done that to their mate, to his mate, in a way that had left her in so much distress, but he sensed that there was a deeper story behind their relationship that had led to that action being taken.

Who is Hecate? "Hecate is the goddess of magic, crossroads, witchcraft, sorcery, ghosts, and necromancy. These four she created are the first generation of witches. From them come all witches occupying the world today. It's been so many centuries, that no one knows how many are dead or still alive out of the four. Now be the judge– how easy do you think it is to get an ancient witch?" "I see..." I whisper without looking him in the eyes. Sneaking a peek at him under the veil of my thick lashes. Even if I didn't trust my parents, I should have trusted him at least. I acted rashly. I walked out of everyone.

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.

he replied. His scent filled the space between us..cleaner than anything in this rotting dungeon. It made something deep in my chest twist. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust him. But I wanted to. He leaned back just enough to look at me fully, hood falling away from his face. A tattoo peeked from the side of his neck…two crescent marks overlapping. Purplemoon. Old-blood. Rare. I stared before I could stop myself. Before I could ask. Before I could breathe.

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.”

Hecate emanates a talisman from the bag similar to the one Diana gave me before except it was black and silver unlike my golden one. “You wanted to know everything about him, don’t you?” she asked tauntingly playing with the talisman. I remained passive tried not to show anything on the surface. “Oh dear, this mate ship is the only thing that I couldn’t understand. He rejected you yet you drawn to him like a moth drawn to the fire.” She was right, my cheeks heated at the realization. “You will pay for it Esma. He is a monster. His own goddess despised him.” Hecate tried to convince me one more time before putting the talisman in my right hand.

“My name is Stace. I come from a realm very far away. I shouldn’t be here, doing this, but Death has become too much of a threat.” “So you’re going to kill her?” The words feel ashy in my mouth. He nods grimly. “It is what must be done. Powerful immortals are becoming a threat to my kind.” “And what exactly is your kind?” I ask warily, my gaze falling to the tattoos on his neck, depicting patterns I’ve never seen before, a foreign story I don’t even want to begin deciphering. Not to mention the way they drift and curl tauntingly, ever so slowly that they nearly convince you that you’re just seeing things, and they are in fact nothing but normal tattoos.

Hecate instructs. Freya sweeps her hair to the side, revealing her bare back. Hecate presses her hands to the base of her neck, and light glows beneath her palms. When she pulls back, the triple moon mark shimmers, then fades. It’ll only appear when Freya is using her highest powers—but it’ll always connect her to the Goddess. “Congratulations,” Hecate says. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you,” Freya says, throwing her arms around her.