Novel & Cerita Excalibur Sword Tattoo

He seemed to be in an unnaturally deep sleep, almost as if something had knocked him out. Was he drugged? I had no clue, but the fact that he hadn’t stirred even with my presence in his room was unsettling. And then my eyes drifted to his body—beautiful and imperfect. There was a scar on his right rib cage, the kind that only came from a blade. Though faint, I could tell it was an old wound, healed over time. Another one ran along his collarbone, slightly darker, as if the wound had been deeper, perhaps more brutal. But it was the tattoo over his heart that caught my attention the most—a sword, inked deep into his skin, standing tall, like a symbol of war, power, and destruction.

While twirling the glass in his hand, he looked at Jacob. Jacob’s hand stopped for a moment, but he sipped his drink and kept the glass on the table. “The tattoo on your arm,” Caleb exclaimed, pointing towards the small tattoo of a scorpion on Jacob’s forearm. Jacob had folded his sleeves up to his elbows. He eyed the tattoo and looked towards both of them, specifically towards Cassian. “Cassian Holt, or better to say ‘King of Shadows,’ never fails to impress anyone,” Jacob replied in a calm tone.

Evan was shocked and spluttered. “Sir, please reconsider! The Excalibur is the symbol of our knighthood. If you give it away, our knights will lose their faith…” Koehler raised his hand and interrupted Evan. “I’ve already decided. In the past couple of centuries, no one was born with the Knight's Soul and thus no one is capable of wielding Excalibur. Anyway, I just intend for it to be a lucrative attraction. Even if I give it away, the person who gets it may not be able to wield it. I simply want a chance to fight against powerful people from all over the world before I die. It’ll be the perfect finale for my life.”

“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.

Ezekiel's longbow had clear color and along with the clear color, fire and water droplets were scattered. Maximo had a pure black long sword, however, when you look closer, his name was embedded in it and with every swing he makes, fire came out of the sword. The tip of the sword was also pointy. Sirene had two thin swords on her hands and it has beautiful designs embedded in them. Every swing she makes, a yellow glow came out of her swords, and the wind was strangely following her sword, Also, fire came out of her two thin swords that made the wind hotter. Hector had the same size as Maximo's sword. This time, it was pure white and a strange design that matched the sword was embedded in it.

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

By the time I lifted my gaze, Elion was already sitting in front of me just like Hael. His shirt was off his body. His back was bare and I saw his tattoo. Unlike Hael's, his were bold, colorful, and very vibrant, stretching from his shoulder blades to his lower back. It was a Phoenix. A big one. With large wings inked in gold, red, and black colours. The beak was open, as if it were screeching. Its talons extended as if it had just risen from ashes. It looked powerful, just like Elion.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

The hair was a dark brown color but seemed to blend into his skin, making it nearly impossible to see from afar. "Fascinating," I thought to myself as I poked at one strand. My eyes went to the tattoo on his chest. It was the tattoo of an angel holding a sword and standing under what seemed to be a tree. I didn't understand how the tattoo artist managed to capture it, but it looked amazing. My hand slowly traced around the beams of light that were tattooed with gold and the sword that was the same color as the being. Just as my finger was about to trace the wings, I heard Damon mumble, "It's ticklish," he said with a deep voice.