Excalibur Sword Tattoo Novels & Stories

They put their hands to the book and pulled a saber out of it. “Are you Asta or Magic Knight or something?!” Rian exclaimed irritatedly. “Excalibur!” One of them swang it emitting a yellow wave to Rian. Rian dodged it and exclaimed, ”It’s saber! Not Saber’s Excalibur! It’s Arthuria Pendragon, not Saber!!!” Rian speeded up his pace while jumping evading the yellow waves they sent. He then remembered what just the guy said before. "Kill that guy!" No, not that one.

On cue, men with weapons, with the same tattoos emerged from the shadows. My eyes widened when I realized what their tattoos means. It's an arrow and a sword depicted together with a gothic letter R in the middle. These men are rebels! "The master will love this. Let's bring them to our hideout. Take them to the wagon," one of the rebels ordered. "NO!" I shrieked and elbowed the man who was holding me on my left arm. He lost his grip on me as he fell to his knees. He was clutching his stomach while grunting in pain. I shifted my haze to Ayla and I saw how she tried to free herself from the men. She succeeded which made the rebels frantic and furious.

The butterflies part like a curtain. —Esteban— Dressed head-to-toe in black leather, his hair slicked back, he sports a neatly trimmed goatee and bronzed skin. A teardrop tattoo marks the corner of his right eye, and a scar zigzags through his brow—a perfect mirror to Dragon’s. Esteban steps through the swarm, unharmed. The butterflies avoid him, repelled by the belt in his hand—Dragon’s blood still crusted on the buckle from over a decade ago. He smiles menacingly, “Louise’s daughter. Should’ve drowned you at birth.”

“I am Aeron, Alpha of Obsidian. And if you don’t move, you’ll regret standing in my way.” Laughter rippled among the guards. “He even speaks like him. Clever.” Aeron inhaled slowly, then stepped closer. “You want proof?” His hand lifted, and in one swift motion, he bared his forearm. The skin shimmered, revealing the mark of the Obsidian—the tattoo that every member of the royal family had. It was a tattoo etched in silver light. It glowed in the light as they stared at it. “Tell me, can a trick forge this?”

'He is a healer, and I guess when you live to his age you won't let anyone talk you out of what you want to do. Elijah noticed a teeth mark tattoo on Sabu's arm. Peter put his hand on Elijah's shoulder and mouthed "no" to him. Peter had a large thin tattoo going down his back in a line that looked like a sword wound. As Elijah looked around at the other four men he realized they all had various tattoos. Sabu had multiple small black lines crisscrossing on his shoulder blades. Heinrich had a German word on his back that had multiple cut scars through it.

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

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.