Hecate Tattoo Novels & Stories

"What is that supposed to mean? She gave me a second chance. She told me to protect you—" "Hecate," he muttered. "Her name is Hecate. The sister of the Moon Goddess. The Goddess of Witches." He paused, his fingers gently patting my head. "She has the power to control the past, present, and future. So if you have experienced a life before… it means you aren’t lying." Silence fell between us. I remained frozen in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. It was loud. Almost frantic. Was my father… afraid?

I asked, stepping inside. “Of course,” she said with a cold smile. “The pact is failing. That foolish man is dying.” “Can you break it?” “I can.” Hecate stood up and circled me slowly. “But the price is high.” “What is the price?” She stopped in front of me, her bottomless eyes staring into mine. “The price is simple,” she hissed. “You will enter his soul and erase yourself. Every memory. Every touch. Every single moment you shared.”

“Sure we could go for a walk if you want, I’d love to get some fresh air.” Henry didn’t say anything, he followed Anabel outside, they walkd down the stairs and into the forest. “I haven’t been to my home in a long time, I think Victor destroyed it.” She said looking at Henry. “I’ve grown to like weird places like this.” “It’s not a bad place, so you are from the human world?” Henry said walking ahead of her for a second. “You see this flower?” he said pointing to a purple flower. “This is the symbol of Hecta, she used to rein here. She made sure the demons were taken care of, we never had to worry about the Angels, she got so strong she made Victor out of her own soul.” He said shaking his

Vladya’s defiance hadn't just distracted her; his rejection of her bond had created a tear in the ritual’s fabric. "Stay behind me." Kaelor didn't wait. He didn't shift. He ran as a man, but his feet left black scorched marks on the marble. "You think a memory can stop the sun?" Hecate screamed. She turned away from the silver sphere, her hands dripping with Aradaa’s stolen power. "I am the daughter of the first night!" She threw a bolt of shadow-fire at Kaelor. He dove, rolling through a pile of rubble.

The top of it holding the yellow stone glittered, Xander saying,"As we maintain Order, every new Don of Carnefecina gets the tattoo of all nine planets on their back. A sign of balance. Perfection. Something beautiful from chaos, but every Don that rules, is given two things. A ring called Halo that reminds one of the Sun, to show their power over other things and the other, a crescent moon with a star, to be given to who the Don keeps higher than themselves. In other words, if there's a life or death situation, also called Venus bearer's life would be put first before the Don himself," Venus. Also called the brightest star in the sky. The Roman equivalent of Aphrodite. Mother of Eros. "I ga

I neither agreed nor disagreed. According to pack tradition, when sending off an elder, both mates were required to participate together. Thinking this would be my last ceremony with the pack, I naturally wouldn't refuse. But just as I reached out to hand over the urn, Victoria stepped forward first. "Sister, since you're severing the mate bond anyway, why don't you let me handle this instead?" Her smile was sharp as a blade. "After all, I'll be the one carrying on the family bloodline."

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

Her father’s body seemed to sag with relief. “After the soul transfer. I will stay for a while. Let you say really say goodbye to her.” I don’t think they know what to say to that. But they will when the time comes. “No one is to know about this. It has never happened in the past.” I told them both. Just before Hecate appeared. Her appearance can be alarming if you’re not used to seeing her. Hecate has dark hair and dark eyes. For supernatural occasions, which this is, Hecate wears dark clothes and a spiked headpiece. She looks like an evil witch.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.