Excalibur Sword Tattoo Novels & Stories

"If Sam had trouble with Julian, and her mother was there, the fight was definitely uneven. How Sam even managed to get out in the shape she did is beyond me." "I know, I was thinking the same." I looked down at my wrist staring down the tattoo, looking over the intricacies of the lines and whorls, along with how the detailed the wings were in the middle of the sword, held together by a chain. A tattoo which now was covered in a smear of blood. "I could use some help. Even out the scales." I smiled. Her brown eyes brightened up when she heard that. "It can also help me by knocking off some rust."

As those words echo. “Don’t you think that the thing that you are talking about is not just a mere tool? As it never been one in the very first place, but rather a person. The person that marks everything of more than you could ever know about yourself. Someone that is just waiting to break free, as a shard of him is just trapped into the deepest corner of who you are. With the reality that you are a shard piece, his reflection and all in all is the shared percentage of ‘Excalibur’?” Telling him like the sword is never been a thing from the very first place. But someone that is holding all the opposite of the light and the very epitome of the dark. Opposite to everything that he said and kno

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

she said, shaking her head. “Only because I love you,” I laughed. “Well, I am here today because I need some information.” “Oh?” I nodded and pulled out my cell phone. Scouring through my gallery, I found the image of Ivy’s tattoo, the one I assumed could be her pack sigil and showed it to her. “This tattoo, what can you tell me about this?” I asked. Ruby peered into the screen, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. “Seems like a pack sigil. Definitely a warrior clan with that sword there,” she said.

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.”

As if time was a stone, the sword swung free in the hand of the true king, clashing with the black blade in Embyr's hand, shattering it into pieces. Glowing in Arthur's hand is a sword that seems like an extension of himself, glowing brightly. It is covered in runes that illuminate us with an eerie blue glow. The horsemen all take a step back. I don't need to be able to read the runes to know exactly what it is called. Excalibur.

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.

“A red tattoo depicting a wolf, an axe and a sword?” Roman looked at her, furrowing his brows. “Yes. How did you know that?” “That’s because I’ve seen him before.”

Or I did not care that much to ask about it. “This is very unusual. I wonder if Tatiana knows anything about this type of tattoo. Or whatever this is.” His fingers move to the mark he put on me—a mark of love and commitment. “It is almost healed. Same as mine.” I look at it—it is placed next to the Crown of Fire. Suddenly, I realize something. “Wasn’t it supposed to be on the other shoulder?” “It’s the left one in Avalon.” “Strange.” Caleb is about to tell me about what happened to him after he was taken by the feral rogue when something strange makes us stare at each other. Something that I did not expect. I never thought it would be possible. Not for me, at least.

Slowly, she rolled back the sleeve of her outfit. This time, her voice sounded far steadier. “The people who are truly loyal to the Devereux family...” Her eyes lowered toward the tattoo marked on her arm. A sword encircled by a massive dragon, the intricate design carved in stunning detail around the hilt. She revealed it clearly for everyone to see. “...would never forget their own oath.” Not a single person spoke. Then slowly, the old man who had challenged her earlier lowered his head first. One person followed.