Zeus Tattoo Plantilla Novels & Stories

When she turned around and got up to grab the laptop off the dresser, I noticed a mark on the back of her neck. “What’s that, Babe?” I asked her. “What’s what?” she responded looking back at me. I stood up and moved the towel from her neck and there it was, as clear as day. A bright red triple moon emblem, just like the symbol of the Moon Goddess. When Zee was unconscious after her attack, I remember seeing a pale pink crescent moon on the back of her neck. But this is different, the colour is darker and its grown. It's not just the crescent shape, now it's the whole marking. That’s not exactly a commonly shaped birthmark.

I asked her. “What’s what?” I stood up and moved the towel from her neck and there it was, as clear as day. A bright red triple moon emblem, just like symbol of the Moon Goddess. When Zee was unconscious after her attack, I remember seeing a pale pink crescent moon on the back of her neck. But this is different, the colour is darker and its grown. That’s not a usual birth mark. “What is it?” Zee asked, “It's uh, well, I don’t know what it is” I stuttered.

Only Orion sat paralyzed on the ground, staring up at me like a broken man, muttering: "The daughter of Zeus... How is that possible...?" I turned to leave without a word, but Orion fought past the royal guards, crawling pathetically across the floor to block my path: "You're the heir to Zeus! Why didn't you ever tell me?!" His voice was a twisted mix of betrayal and manic joy: "No wonder I couldn't find you... This is amazing! We can finally be together now!" "Nobody will ever stand in our way again! Thalia, you're more than worthy to be my Queen now!"

“What – what’s different, exactly?” “The number here is new,” Scars said, tracing the Roman numeral for ‘twenty-three’ in black ink. Zoe looked more closely, saw that the tree was scattered with the numbers from ‘one’ all the way to ‘twenty-three’ now, and she wondered what they signified. “And Arrow added a new sunburst here.” He pointed at the bottom of the Aztec sun. “Oh, right. OK.” Zoe nodded. “What else do you want added, then?” “A rose encased in ice,” he said. “Next to the sun… right here.”

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.

My teeth marks scared into his neck as one of my wolves would do with their mates, and his magic lived beneath my wrist as witches mated. I look down, the storm clouds on the inside of my wrist brewing a storm like no other. Usually, they are clear white with the sun shining behind them, but Theseus is not happy, and his mark is evidence of that. Upon looking outside, I note the sky is stormy also, and the thunder and lightning are pending. What did I do? I rush to dress but then realise I need to wash. I feel filthy in knowing that Zeus had just been touching me, whether he drugged me or not.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

This one's a simple wardrobe. Zeke shuffles through a pile of clothes and pulls over his head a grey crewneck tee. His back is to me throughout. I can't take my eyes away from the Celtic symbol of water tattooed boldly on his back. It's fierce and makes him appear a thousand times hotter. I face-palm myself mentally for the umpteenth time. This mark proves him to be a legacy, so why didn't he walk up to Moon Wood as a child and show them who he truly is? Why wait until now? "Mad? I'm not mad at you." He limps for a second while moving away from the closet and immediately, I glance at his knee. The shorts stop right above it, but I can't find a scar, and it baffles me.