Excalibur Sword Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

He pointed to his tattoos as he spoke. 'This is a tribute to Adrian," he said. He pointed at the tattoo that sat on the left side of his body just below his shoulder blade. It was the name Luca with a halo above it with angle wings on either side of it. Underneath it said, 'I am because you were'. "That's beautiful," I mumbled as I stood up and walked closer to him to get a closer look. "This is for Blade." On his arm was a dagger. The blade was cut in half and the word

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

My gaze fits into another part of the room where the question came from and I almost lost my breath as I lost control of my senses for a minute, unable to blink as my lips parted with a gasp. Water dripped from the loc of vibrant chestnut hair to his unclad chest as he had linen covering his waist I spot the tattoo of a sword on his right chest and beside it is a broken heart with a skull and a tiny crown placed on it that resembling the one he wore the day I was captured. Mysterious looking but on his muscular chest it flexed sexily and toned abs as a crazy sensation began to pool between my legs now I remembered this place I’d spent a night here before.

“I got the tattoo when I was twenty-five years old, it is in honor of my parents. My mother always taught me to be tender, and gentle like flowers while my father taught me to be sharp and dangerous like swords,” Alessandro tells Amber with closed eyes. “So, your father is the sword, and the flowers symbolize your mother,” Amber breathes into his chest. “Yes, Amber,” he kisses her head saying, “And now, you’re my flower.” She whispers, “And you’re my sword.”

It was an impression that consisted of a crown that had a sword in the middle. "My queen" he beamed broadly, admiring the tattoo. She exhaled and smirked. "Don't you ever doubt me again, Ceaza"

Soreness filled me and there was no energy left for tears. There was a tiny hole underneath the cloak blindfolding me. It breezed up due to continuous oscillation. The first thing my eyes narrowly saw was a tattoo of an anchor on the top right side of his chest. It was a little different. The arm and fluke were just like flaming swords and the shank was painted like a white-bearded old man with his mustache flagging on both edges. There was a last pound and I felt his spill inside of me. I became dizzy and my vagina became even sorer when he was done.

Whose sword now pierced right through his chest. “Impossible!” Hotei spat out a mouthful of blood and hastily retreated. Excalibur pulled out his sword and with a menacing smile, said, “A scanty fool like you could never kill me, keep dreaming!” However, when he finished speaking, Excalibur immediately sputtered blood as his energy began to dip. Stabbed in the chest and sweating profusely, Hotei’s face was as pale as a sheet of paper. His subordinates were completely shocked by Excalibur’s sudden display of power.