Hecate Tattoo Novels & Stories

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

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.

"Since even Master Hale has acknowledged the ultimate truth, my mouth might as well tell your ignorant soul, you complete fool. His wolf is not just important—even the most powerful Supreme Alphas of the grand councils would drop their knees to the dirt before his frame. He belongs to the direct Hale bloodline, and he carries the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon right across his bare chest. Do your stupid brains even know what that sacred tattoo signifies under the moon?" Gerard gulps heavily, his throat rattling as he stutters, "W—What does it mean?" Herman closes his eyes tightly, as if gathering the physical courage to speak of something completely terrifying to his inner wolf. He explains, his vo

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

She tried to seek a way to resolve Baby Robbie’s problems. Baby Robbie finally told her one of his secrets. “Baby Zetty, Hecate was wearing a necklace the first time I saw her. She was wearing an Ocean’s Heart.” Baby Zetty exclaimed in shock, “That’s impossible. Daddy got someone to customize them and gifted one to each of us when we returned to the Ares family. There are only the ones we have in the world.”

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

he said, resting his hands on the back of my chair. Don’t ask me how any of that footage looked. It was hard to keep my eyes on the screen, mostly because seeing me there made me feel so awkward, but also because he would point at one of the four images now and then, his hand brushing my shoulder and his hoodie pressing against the back of my head. What I did register was a very discreet tattoo on the back of his right hand, between his index and his thumb. It looked like some kind of sigil. Lucky me, the Collins came knocking, to bring our guests vegan provisions for six months, give or take, and ask if it was okay to do some housekeeping for them. I excused myself at the speed of light and

My eyes fill with tears knowing I left him there, but I will do everything in my power to make sure both of us leave this place. I work in silence, trying not to raise any suspicion. I’m afraid to say that the werewolves of Crescent Moon Pack are not bound under Selene’s protection but by a witchy goddess, Hecate, the Mistress of the Night. She harbors darkness and makes use of her accolades to do her bidding without remorse and with a hunger for power. From what I’ve learned, Hecate is Selene’s nemesis. She was once a Titan’s daughter and wanted to be the Moon Goddess but was rejected by the other gods and now goes after Selene to thwart the goddess’s plans.

Sebastian chips in and Alpha Hugh nods in agreement. Then he looks at Krystal. “Krystal, have you found anything about Hera’s tattoo yet?” He asks and she snaps her fingers in realization before she rushes to bring a paper out of her pocket. I watch her as she opens up the paper and she begins to read the content. She reveals that she found out the tattoo actually is a weapon that was gifted to me by my parents before they died. It’s given to every Luna or Alpha of the Fang once they clock eighteen and theirs were given to them too when they reached adulthood.