Persephone Tattoos Novels & Stories

I wasn't ready to move on, not yet. I walk out of my room, hugging my clothes, and at the same time, Ares, my brother, comes out of the bathroom while steam from inside is smoking out. His short black hair is damped and loose, and his five o'clock shadow has been shaved as the towel wrapped around his waist reveals his torso with tattoos of the Filipino sun on his right chest and a Japanese design covering his whole right arm. He has another one on his back with the Greek words agape, pistis, and theos.

It never occurred to me to ask. In the middle of the early, dark hours of my tenth birthday, Persephone came to me. She had tears in her eyes and she kept apologizing to me. Her eyes were swollen and red. She had been crying. I looked at her as a child would their mother they adore. My hand, wiping the tears from her cheeks. I was terribly confused. She pushed a pearl into my hand, telling me that once she had left me, I needed to place it on the ground and step on it, smashing it. As I did so I needed to think of something that made me happy. If I did this, I had a chance to save my life. If I did this, I wouldn’t truly become a doulos. A slave. My heart broke when she admitted what doulos

"When I safely leave this place, I'll make sure to thank you properly." "Don't worry about leaving for now. If the time comes, I'll help you." "Okay." "But first, you need to tell me your name." Morpheus turned to look at her, smiling. "I'm Morpheus Orton." He then took out paper and pen from the drawer to write down his name. Persephone smiled sheepishly. "What's your name?" "I'm Persephone Hamerton." Morpheus stared. "Did your birth cause your parents a lot of trouble?"

"Moriah, as well as every other member of the royal family. You need to perform the ritual. A specific tattoo will be drawn on your skin. And for each member, it is different. We will then witness its manifestation when the darkness possesses you. Only in that way, you can receive the Persephone crown." As Moriah gazed at me in hesitation, I continued. "I won't say that you will not suffer, but you have already endured a lot of pain. Therefore, you have nothing to fear." The gravity of the situation made my eyes harden. "If the darkness doesn’t think you are good enough for me, the tattoo will not come to life, and you will die.” She sat up and turned her face to the other side. I was alrea

They certainly deserved it after the nightmares they had been through. Macario and I stood up and started from Jackson down the line. I asked them where they wanted it because it would essentially become a tattoo. They needed to be sure they were okay with the placement. Jackson and Lilli wanted it over their hearts. Dent and Pati wanted it on their inner wrists. The girls both wanted it on the left shoulder blades. Macario grabbed my hand and had me focus on the power that I could feel coming from him. I gathered it up and pushed it out towards them. Each of their sigils glowed with a brilliant white light before turning into black tattoos. It worked. It fucking worked.

Vivienne whispered, “He was gentle… until he wasn’t.” Dorian swore under his breath and moved to the terminal. “If Adrien drafted a new directive, it has to be stored in the Berlin cache.” Penelope slid in beside him. “I’m already looking.” Her fingers moved rapidly over the cracked keyboard. Dust fell from the aging server as it groaned under the pull of new queries. Vivienne moved to Isolde’s side, grasping her sister’s hand. “I saw the name ‘Persephone’ before. I thought it was a myth, a code. I didn’t know it was… you.”

She’s wearing a blood-red silk dress that looks like she’s been sewn into it. She really is stunning. She does not take my breath away. Medus snarls in my mind, startling me with the sudden attention. His reaction is instantly hostile, like he’s recognised something that I haven’t. “I thought I saw you sneaking out here,” she says, smiling like we’re sharing a secret. “I’m Persephone. Who might you be?” I stare at her and breathe in without meaning to. The scent that drifts towards me is wrong. She doesn’t smell like werewolf, not even close. It’s something colder, like frost, so sharp it makes my nose tingle.