Excalibur Sword Tattoo Novels & Stories

Kor’cher realized now that Oswald was wearing the Excalibur on his right hand. The question was why would you name a gauntlet ‘Excalibur’? The answer is simple. And Kor’cher knew the real reason why. When Oswald had drained out the power of the sword that belonged to a certain Meadville king he had named the gauntlet he had used to channel that energy as the ‘Excalibur’. That sword became just an ordinary sword after that. No, the power once contained in that now just ordinary sword was originally once Oswald’s power. But it was unduly stripped from him. Oswald had long ago located that sword and he had taken back that power. Today Oswald was about to become whole again as he held the light

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.

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

She hadn't just drawn a pretty picture; she had captured the exact, heavy essence of his soul and his duty. Emerald shifted her finger to the upper right. "This one is for the Beta." Xander stepped closer, his dark eyes tracking her slender finger as she traced the lines. "The enforcer and the shield," Emerald explained, looking at the massive warrior. "Instead of a full moon, I used a waxing crescent, framing the wolf in a highly defensive, striking posture. The border here isn't braided—it's geometric, rigid, and thick. It's meant to be tooled deep into the leather and threaded with iron-grey and deep forest green. It symbolizes unyielding loyalty, tactical strength, and an unbreakable def

“The Alpha… he heard about your encounter in the library. He spent the entire morning in the private vault. He wants you to have this for the combat trials today. He says it’s a sign of his protection and a reminder of your place by his side.” He unwrapped the velvet with a flourish, as if he were presenting a holy relic. It was a sword. Or rather, it was a piece of jewelry shaped like a sword. The hilt was encrusted with oversized rubies that would snag on any tunic, and the crossguard was shaped like two howling wolves. The blade was made of a soft, gleaming gold that looked like it had been polished with silk rather than a whetstone. “A gift from Jaxon,” Caleb said, holding it out with bo

He whispers it to him so I don't know exactly what it is. Then we reach a stall where there is different kinds of weapons available. I look at them all, but none suits Rudra. Then one weapon catches my eyes. It is a sword. Actually not a sword, the sword. It's handle has beautiful carving of Swarnalipuram's emblem that is snowy mountains and sea under it in golden white colors. "Oh! it is such a wonderful sword and so sharp. Ouch" I say as test his sharpness which is good. "Are you okay? See what you did." Rudra scolds me as he put handkerchief on my thumb where I made little cut.

This teacher had massacred and killed one of his family, because he had been framed by the elders in that place. because of the extraordinary talent he has shown, it scares everyone and they end up trapping Khalid. Khalid his name is Khalid the son of the fiftieth generation swordsman who saves the world.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

he chuckled. “What does your mark look like on me?” he questioned, lifting his body off of mine. His cock slipped out of me. I almost cried, no longer feeling full. Eyes fluttering to Luci’s chest, it was a beautiful, small lamb hovering over his heart. I giggled, seeing the God of Destruction now holding a tattoo of something so precious looking. “A lamb,” I touched it. His wings shuddered, shaking my wings from its hold. Luci went speechless, holding his hand over it.

There is a red cloak that hangs off the back of it, and the blade in its hand is stabbing the ground. The wolf’s head that is on my pen is on the back of the blade, as a charm. I look at King Harvey, who smiles. “Yes, Elena, we do match.” “It is your logo?” “In a way, yes. The red eyes are a homage to my father.” “That is so cool!” Without thinking, I move and take the sword from the knight’s hand gently. The sword in my hand has a velvet grip and feels very lightweight. “Can you teach me?”