Emperor Moth Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.

Ginger haired Emily Hurst looked comical with her mouth hung open and hands in the air, she was obviously about to yell out something. I was only half surprised when he materialized out of thin air half a second later. This was the first time I had met the devil in daylight and I felt the hairs on my skin stand erect at his sight. His pale white skin looked almost yellowish, like someone suffering from a rare skin disease and his long dreadlocks looked even more tangled than usual. Only this time, I noticed a tattoo of a big, black cobra at his collarbone which extended all the way to his neck.

Matthew took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ahem. Good morning everyone and I wish you all a wonderful day. As you know, I am Matthew Dragunov, the newest Dragon Emperor of Destruction after inheriting my ancestor’s power. I have heard the many questions you all have and am here to answer them. As of now the Scarlett Empire remains our enemy. Although my friend here inherited the Scarlett Witch’s legacy, she is not an ally of the Scarlett Empire either. We both seek no quarrel with any one, but we will not simply stand idly if you seek to harm us.”

“What’s so special about that human?” “Oh, Queen Eleanora will want this one, trust me,” using a stick, he pushes my shirt aside to show the collar, forcing me to remain in human form and at the same time showing off some of my imperial tattoos, blended with the wedding tattoo I received when Cornelia and I joined hands. Humans don’t have tattoos like those, and common drakes don’t get tattoos done in the imperial style using ink that shows up in all of our forms–that’s for the high-royal family specifically.

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.”

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Her eyes swept over him slowly. From his lean, muscular torso, down the ridges of his abdomen, and across his inked chest…and that was when she saw it. A tattoo. One she hadn't noticed until now. It started from beneath his left collarbone, curling like smoke across his pec, down his ribs, wrapping over his left shoulder and down the length of his arm. It wasn’t just art..it was storytelling ink, a tapestry of symbols and sharp lines. A Roman centurion stood at the heart of it, helmet tilted upward with a stare to the heavens. Surrounding him, a serpent curled and bled into feathers, and beneath it, Latin script ran along the bottom edge like scripture.

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.