King And Queen Tattoos Novels & Stories

“She didn’t do anything wrong.” “She kissed a masked man, Karl!” “That masked man was me.” The King paused mid-rant, eyes narrowing. “What?” Karl dropped the paper on the desk and pointed at the image. “Take a closer look at the man’s hand. That tattoo—on the wrist. The scorpion.” The King squinted. It was faint, but visible. Karl nodded. “I patented that design when I turned eighteen. There isn’t another in this kingdom like it.”

I have only seen him last night after five years but now, staring at him under the sunlight, I realize what I have missed in a hurry last night. Kade King Majesty is dressed in tailored suit, and a fur jacket that represents the king that he is. Around his neck is a golden necklace, on his earlobes are Golden earrings and on his neck is a tattoo no one had ever possessed. He has full beards. Neatly trimmed and golden eyes that match the fire in his soul, in his heart.

They were extremely compatible, and no one could ever compare! "The other half is on William’s body, and when our patterns are combined together, it will be complete. Mine is gold while his tattoo is silver, and it forms the logo of DK!" Turning him around forcefully, Rose locked her eyes on the tattoo. She pressed on it, but it didn’t show itself or any traces of it anymore. What kind of special tattoo was that? It would only appear for a while, and only during s*x! How odd! Kevin turned around and he was still holding onto her soft body.

And as a lover of art, I can appreciate good work when I see it. There’s a rose tattoo dominating his tricep, its petals dark and detailed, almost alive, while the thorns wind like a crown around his arm—a perfect blend of beauty and menace. If I were to interpret it, I’d say this tattoo best describes his personality: captivating yet dangerous if you get too close. My eyes trace the elegant precision of the design before they wander to the small chess king inked above his heart. Of course, he is a mafia king; he would have a tattoo like that.

There was an awkward silence for a while then I said "I've read about witchcraft and the prehistoric practices but I don't quite recognize the symbols. Don't mind me just asking out of curiosity" "I made him get it. It means that we are bound together for eternity; in old times people used to have these symbols that signified which king they are obliged to. The tattoos represented their King to which they were bound for eternity but we got it to express your love for each other." she said I felt suspicious about it, she might be lying I thought. "Things I do for love," David said sarcastically and left with his empty plate and went towards the counter she smiled as she shakes her head. She g

His crown was placed atop his head, and a wolf embedded in the middle of it, together with a symbol of the mood hanging atop it's howling head. Beside that one was a picture of the Queen, she was smiling ever so proudly in her own picture. One hand under the elbow of the other hand, and her dark red dress flowing in a surreal manner behind her. She had her own crown in a similar fashion to that of the king. Except it was smaller in comparison, and he wolf carved into it seemed more feminine and wasn't howling. A family picture was next on the wall. The King and the Queen in the middle, seating on a dark brown couch together.

She’s beautiful, in every fucking way, her soft green eyes, those thick lashes, her defined brows… that dainty chin and those plump lips… “Royce…” I look back into her eyes, seeing she’s serious. “Why didn’t you let me mark you?” I smile faintly. “Oh that, I’m a King or soon to be one, and one of the practices that I know of is that the marking between the King and his Queen should be a public affair. Although I marked you, you marking me before our people when the time comes will suffice.” I reply. Realisation seems to dawn on her, and a wave of relief crosses her face.

It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin. “Impressive. Do we like King’s new artist?” Inquiring mostly because I need to get a new tattoo for Winnie next to the one I have for Tess. “She gets me,” Queenie said, shrugging, not liking to go into details about her type of therapy. Instead, I look at Joker, a harsh character judge. “She is legit, and I already booked another appointment for next week.” I looked at King, who looked pleased by this, “Booked one for you as well.” Joker told King while looking at him with a smirk.

Even if he's annoying at this moment, I could picture him laughing his boujee ass off which breaks a smile on my face. The wind picks up flipping the pages until it stopped at a picture which looks oddly familiar but since it's so old I can't place where I've seen the faces. Standing beside the king and Queen holding their sons is a man and a woman in Royal apparels. His Majesty King Devon and her Royal Highness Queen Izbelle, Prince Kingston and Princess Ashanti at the 100th birthday of the crowned princes, prince Damon and prince Damon, the hybrids. Those were the names inscribed on the page. My guts never lie as I kept looking at the picture of this man and woman. Just then a knock called

A wave of gasps blended in soft tones of music, and I knew that people finally saw what I had already seen in her for a long time—a stunning she-wolf, one to be respected, admired, and worshipped. Finally, we climbed the dais and sat in our thrones—two equal ones. The king's throne had a wolf carved on the top of the seat's back, while the queen's had a sparkling moon carved in its place. Torin and Angela carefully placed the crowns of white gold on our heads. “Long live the King and Queen!” The shouts and cheers exploded.