King And Queen Tattoos Novels & Stories

Her tattoo was a uniquely carved half moon and it rested just a little below her chin, and I’d know that tattoo even if i was awoken from a trance that lasted a million years because it was the same tattoo that I’d been given the minute i clocked 16, and it was in that exact same location. My head spun as I stared back at it and I blinked rapidly to check if my eyes were deceiving me or not. All of the women from my pack that had been born into royalty or had some form of relation to the royal lineage had that tattoo, and I’d assumed that I would be the last person to ever walk the face of the earth with it.

Her fingers are deft as she undoes the tiny silver clasps running down the front of her gown, and the blue fabric slips over her shoulders, leaving her bare from clavicle to sternum, the Queen’s Mark—a pale, irregular patch—shimmering faintly along her breastbone. Kieran is less careful, yanking the wooden circlet from his head and letting it thunk unceremoniously onto the stone floor. Then he hauls the ceremonial robes over his head, shaking himself free; the tunic beneath goes next, rumpled as laundry, revealing the lean lines of his torso and the branching, spiraling tattoo that maps his shoulder and bicep. He’s already flushed, already panting slightly, and the sight is like a match to o

Royal meals have a cadence to them. The rhythm and tempo set by the most senior member among them. Filled with tradition and ceremony, some so old the meaning has been lost and only the choreography remains. The King has the feeling of a steady bass drum. The type of rhythm that pushes you forward, unforgiving in its pace and dutiful to its mission. The Queen is his only diversion from keeping the pace of a steady beat. Her attention is never too far removed from her mate, her devotion on display. Her gown the exact same shade of blue as the flourishes stitched into the King’s jacket. If dressing is an art form, the Queen is a master. Her gown and accessories perfectly complement the King. M

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

When the doctor finishes tending to our daughters, ensuring that both of them are healthy and strong, he smiles warmly at us, sharing in our joy as he gently places Zena and Kamila in my arms. "They have the mark of royalty," he says quietly, drawing our attention to the birthmarks on their hips. “It’s a symbol of their destiny.” Ethan and Arnold exchange a glance. Right now, I know that their hearts are filled with hope for the future. "They will be future Queens," Ethan declares. His voice is steady with conviction and hope. "Queens who will bring peace and prosperity to our kingdom." I gaze down at Zena and Kamila, our daughters. Our double blessings.

"Council members, we gather today to share news of utmost importance. Since Kiara was nine, we knew she was our destined mate, our Luna. However, to ensure her safety and well-being, we chose to protect her identity from the world." His eyes met mine, filled with love, before continuing. "Now that she is of age, we have claimed her. She carries our mark and is our mate. We proudly stand here to introduce to you our Luna Queen, Kiara." As his gaze turned back to the room, a murmur erupted among the council members. Their eyes moved from Kayden to me, noticing the marks adorning my neck - a symbol of my union with the kings. The realization started to sink in, and expressions of surprise, resp

He trailed off sighing. "Let’s go pay our respect to our Alpha." Raiden said with a wink at me. "Let’s go." I said, my heart was thudding as I looked towards the royals. The king and queen looked regal, and for once the king had his long hair braided back, a crown sat upon it. He was dressed in smart pants and a patterned black and silver jacket in the colours of the pack. The queen too looked regal in silver and purple with a crown upon her head.

But, she shortly left the pack as she found her mate. “Still bitch,” Ava muttered under her breath. Xavier's lips twitch at her words and he chuckled. Ava looked at him and then at their intertwined hands. She tried pulling her hand, but Xavier held it tighter. “Crying doesn't make anyone weak. It symbolizes strength and love,” Ava said with a firm voice. “And, only a Queen can wear it as her crown,” Ava continued. Shifting her eyes to Xavier, Ava said while staring straight at him. “When a king loses his Queen, his whole kingdom effects, but, when a king rejects a Queen, his kingdom collapses,” Ava said stressing on each word.

Kael stood tall and imposing in ceremonial armor, his broken moon tattoo visible on his chest. Their vows echoed across the gathered packs. When they sealed the bond with a deep kiss, golden and silver light exploded outward, wrapping around every witness in a wave of warmth and hope. Later that night, in the royal chambers, Kael took his time undressing her. “My queen,” he murmured reverently, kissing down her body. “My mate. My everything.” He made love to her slowly, savoring every sigh and moan. When he finally entered her, they moved together in perfect sync, the new bond glowing brightly between them. Pleasure built like a gathering storm until they shattered together, crying out each

he answered. “If there is a king. Isn't there supposed to be a queen?” I asked. “Of course, the Kingdom has a queen,” he answered, frowning lightly. “Why haven't I seen her since we got here. Besides, she is the King's mate. Aren't they supposed to be seen together at every turn?” I asked. “She is a female,” Delvin answered. “And so?” I asked getting more interested in the topic. “Females are not supposed to be in the forefront of things. Tate, you are a wolf, you should know how things are done,” Delvin said.