Nemesis Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

“Surely not. Who would target a pleasure slave? No one in the household had any idea of his powers until after the attempt, except yourself of course.” “The tattoo is a symbol of his Daiyan status.” That caught Trois by surprise. “He said it was a religious symbol.” “Yhieris is the goddess of the moon and stars.” Kari’s voice was soft but there was a hint of steel in his tone. Ryedir couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips in satisfaction. His little omega always seemed to bounce back somehow. It might be muted but the fiery defiance was still there. “She’s also the patron goddess of all Daiyans. I was born with her mark and it has grown and changed with me. It will be there until the day

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Oh, but I do," she shot back, her dark brown eyes firing straight daggers as she faced me head-on. She wasn't the least bit afraid of my anger, clearly aware that the real monster lived back at the house, and not in this driver's seat. "Know what you talked about for two weeks straight the first time you played against the Ice Reapers? Hunter Beaumont. You claimed to hate his smugness and attitude, but your eyes, they were alive, Tristan. ALIVE. Do you know how much it hurts living with a literal robot of an older brother for years, and then one day he gets back from a game he lost and his eyes are no longer blank walls, but hold actual f

She began programming the second iteration of Icarus something she called [Nemesis Protocol]. If Icarus was the wings to fly, then Nemesis was the sword to strike. The real war had only just begun. END OF CHAPTER 25..

Just thinking of the pressure of him pursuing and marking the goddess, of Alastor taking his place as the Northern alpha for real and then having heirs–since the Nyx family is all but extinct with Alastor as the remaining alleged survivor at this point–would be ten times worse than what he had been facing growing up and quite frankly, he didn't really want (even for his future children) to deal with any of the elders’ shit right now or for the next lifetime. His friends had agreed that his decision was wise, that no one could know about his mate, not yet–not until the goddess was bearing his mark…or accepted their bond, at the very least. That would be a start. Turning his phone off, Alastor

She got in the car. I stood on the tarmac and looked at Marcus and did not know what to do with any of the things moving through me. "She likes me," Marcus said. "She threatened you." "She gave me his breakfast preferences," he said. "That's not what you do to someone you don't intend to let in." I looked at him for a moment. He was right. Behind us Zane's voice floated from the car, informing my mother with great authority that the lion on his certificate was probably a female because the male ones had manes and the one on his sticker clearly did not.

I set it down a little hard on a passing tray, and the server gave me a surprise look before moving along. "She's really beautiful," P-something said beside me, with a hint of admiration in his voice that made my skin crawl. "Bradford King's mystery woman, I guess." I didn't answer. My eyes stayed on Lynette. My fists clenched at my sides so tightly, my nails dug into my palm. Yeah, she was beautiful, unbelievably beautiful. And that was the problem. I tried to stop her from coming tonight…but Instead… I made her show up as a fucking goddess!

A life far away from scandals, power games and men like Marcus. My company in Valmont continued thriving. I kept taking contracts Marcus expected to win and every loss got under his skin. But stealing contracts from him wasn’t enough. It irritated him. It bruised his ego. I didn’t come back to irritate Marcus. I came back to become his nemesis. I was able to keep myself hidden using the name Veronica Thompson. The realization settled like something heavy in my chest. I had been moving carefully, trying to avoid noise, mistakes and doing everything possible to stay hidden.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p