Crown Of Thorns Tattoo Designs の小説・ストーリー

The collar was made of white framed by yellow gold, and the white gold was tooled in a twisting pattern that reminded her very much of Rhett’s knotted triangle. “What does the pattern mean, daddy?” She asked quietly. There was a strong feeling of recognition, as if destiny or fate had connected the Triquetra and this vampire with her, like the looping, linking designs that both used to symbolize what they were. “It is a design special to me, belonging to my family,” he explained. Any other vampire who saw that design tooled into the collar would know who she belonged to, she thought, or that she belonged to someone, at least. Like the Triquetra, Talen was marking her as being his.

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

I muttered. Kael chuckled. “I always said it, Bloodhound and Thornborn, a powerful match.” Corvin clapped his hands. “No point in waiting. Let’s seal this now, the people need strength.” The courtyard had been transformed into what would best be described as a royal fantasy. Pale gold banners fluttered along the marble columns, each embroidered with the entwined symbols of the Thornborn and Bloodhound packs—a silver dagger and a black wolf. The altar was circular and raised, arranged with white rose petals and encircled by rune stones that pulsed faintly.

Some in memory of the lives I was forced to take and others to remind me why I was here, why I was so dark and hollow inside. Two tattoos held more meaning than the rest, though. The first is the crest for the Bloodstone pack. It sat just above my heart. Two wolves howled at the moon on opposite sides of a sword that sunk between a crown and shield—roses growing around the tip of the blade.

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.

I laugh. "Yeah well I was a little shocked. I wasn't expecting you to suddenly pull down your dress and I definitely wasn't expecting you to be braless," he mutters. I bite my lip to hide my smile. "Yeah okay fair." "So, it's a symbol of you being queen right?" "Yeah it's a lotus flower, it symbolizes rebirth and the unification of the clans." "What about the other designs?" "Uh well the lace and the dots are just to make it look pretty," I admit.

"This is real. This life we've built. This power you've earned. This is no dream, no temporary reprieve. This is your reality now." They swayed together under starlight, the city spread endless below them. His cologne wrapped around her like armor against memories of colder embraces and mechanical affection. With Samuel, every touch had felt like an obligation. With Alexander, each touch felt like claiming something that belonged to her. "I have something for you." He stepped back slightly, producing a black velvet box from his jacket pocket. The hinges made no sound as he opened it, a testament to its craftsmanship. Inside nestled a delicate crown – platinum and diamonds crafted into an int

Her vision washed over with white as the Heartstone merged with the temple’s magic. Heat gathered in her spine, surging upward, fracturing through her ribs. She inhaled sharply, gripping the radiant floor. The symbol below her glowed one final time and then— It melded into her flesh. Rowan stood still. “Luna… your hand…” Silver patterns spread across her palm like liquid ink—twisting lines, ancient glyphs, a crescent moon at the center. The same design that was etched into the floor just moments before. Kai blinked. “Is that… a tattoo or a curse?”

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.