Persephone Tattoos Novels & Stories

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

She shrugged casually, indulging her cigar. “See. There was a mark on your left shoulder. Let’s get rid of it first before they follow us.” Tabit sighed, shaking her head. “Look if there are any others too.” Persephone told Cassandra. She looked but thankfully there were none and she was cleared. “There. All done.” Tabit said in her usual cold tone before pulling away. “It surely initiated a race. Let’s pray everything goes well.” Cassandra said sadly. “It will be okay, don’t vex.” Tabit assured, trying to sound cheerful.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Chasm always thought her eyes were sad but hauntingly beautiful. "I'm Petey." Peltratria reached between the bars, and his tentacle followed the black tattoo band around Norwell's neck. Chasm's friend had strange dark marks around her wrists and ankles as well. The young Dagerstanteen stared at Norwell's bands, and then he gazed at the purple rose tattooed on Chasm's chest. After the short inspection, the Dagerstanteen retracted his appendage. Peltratria straightened and stood in front of the older Dagerstanteen. The move was borderline aggressive.

--- **Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 1** Aria Vale had always loved tattoos. At twenty-seven, her body was already a canvas — delicate floral pieces on her ribs, a fierce serpent wrapping her left thigh, and a small crescent moon behind her ear. Each one told a story. Each one made her feel powerful. But the new shop she found tucked away in the old district promised something different. The artist was an older woman with sharp eyes and ink-stained fingers. “These aren’t ordinary tattoos,” she warned as Aria flipped through the strange, hypnotic designs. “They carry… energy. Make sure you really want them.”

But tonight, everything felt different. Rising up onto her elbows, Persephone's gaze roved over the sculpted expanse of Orion's chest, the play of candlelight casting shadows across his defined abs. Her fingers traced the line of his collarbone, down the center of his chest, and through the coarse hair that trailed down to his still-hard member. It throbbed beneath her touch, and she smirked, feeling a sense of power and mischief bubbling within her.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

she smiled at the attendant. In the end, Cam was the first to receive the new permanent adornment on her skin, the small Serotonin molecule was engraved behind her ear. And Theo got his golden ratio on his forearm before Rose and I entered the room, as Sky and Liam seemed to be renting the second tattoo artist for an eternity. " What did you guys think? " Cam moved his hair out of the way so that we could see the design. " It looks great, Cam," I complimented. " My parents will kill me if they find out," she groaned, hiding her face with her hand.

"Well, Opal, follow the crescent moons and you shall find your way." Persephone walked inside the tunnel. She watched as the witch sealed it off. Biting her lip, she glanced forward and she realized large crescent moons lit the walls of the tunnel. Well, there was no going back now. Each step she took, the further away from the life she used to live and who she used to be. ____

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"