King And Queen Tattoos Novels & Stories

It was not hard to figure out because of his lingering scent but I would still ask him what he came to do in my room. “Wow, his mark is beautiful and unique,” I mumbled while tracing his initials that were tattooed on my neck after marking me, on top of the initial was a wolf with a crown howling to the moon, I guess that signified the fact that he is a king. “Yeah, it's so beautiful. I haven't seen anyone like it, it is so mesmerizing, I wonder how our mark would look like on him, maybe our initials would be on him also.” She suggested.

The royal family remained a pillar of unity and harmony, fostering a sense of peace and prosperity throughout the land. And so, with the arrival of the royal children, the kingdom prospered, and King Dexter and Queen Maya ruled side by side, their love and dedication serving as a steadfast foundation for their realm. Their story became a legendary tale of a monarch and queen who led with compassion, inspired greatness, and brought everlasting happiness to their people.

“You will be the only person deserving of knowing my real name because you are my mate. My name is King. I am six hundred and fifty years old. A full-born vampire. And yes, your father and I are enemies.” Ivy's mouth twitched several times, as she went to sit on the bed. Yes, she just found out that she has a maniac for a mate. “Yeah, if you are King, I am Queen,” she snidely retorted. Suddenly, the atmosphere became frigid, and the air around her plummeted making her shiver. Ivy initially believed that he was upset with her statements, but when she turned to face him, she noticed that he had instantly focused on a point on her hand. The spot where he had left his mark on her. But instead of

Good. In the back hallway, away from the noise, King pushed her against the wall. His breath was hot on her neck. Fingers traced the new tattoo, pressing just hard enough to make it sting. “Fuck, you looked good out there,” he murmured. “Stood there like you were born for it. My queen.” His hand slid lower, gripping her hip, pulling her closer. Mouth on her throat, teeth scraping. Hazel stayed still. “Not yet.” King paused. “What?”

I check the name plates and they are all images of past Kings and Queens, all of them Lilli’s ancestors. Further down the hall the images change from individual portraits to paired images and I'm stunned when I see what is painted in them. Each King/Queen has been painted with a dragon, not just ‘in’ the picture, but entwined with them, as though the two are permanently linked. I look closely at the oldest painting, a Queen with shocking blue eyes, her dragon has been painted with scales that match, that same shade of blue. In the next image, a King with hazel eyes and his dragon matches as well.

My other wrist was locked to the opposite bed post. "A king only kisses his queen because it creates a deeper bond between the two. A demon king has a special essence which releases when he kisses his queen. The feelings he already has for her, or him, will run into his blood line. It's considered... Royal." Guela explained softly. Oh shit. So it was not just a kiss then. Without even realising, Guela fastened my ankles to the other bed posts, making me feel like a starfish.

The aura of command and magic pulsed through the air like thunder on the horizon. And then… Queen Kyla stepped out. Wearing deep sapphire robes embroidered with silver moons and firebird motifs, her magic barely contained, a flicker of flames dancing at her fingertips. Beside her stood King Edric, dark suit, regal as ever, with an arm loosely draped around her waist like a man both protective and possessive. Kala's eyes scanned Kyla from head to toe—then paused on her neck. The mark. “It’s real,” Kala whispered. “The Queen has returned.”

King calls from the corner booth, and I spin to see the Cursed Kings still camped out like they own the lease. Ink steps forward, grinning like a hyena. “Wait, you want me to tattoo his ass? Guess I’ve tattooed worse places. And better.” He winks at Queenie. Next second, he’s flat on the floor with King on top of him, fist cocked. “Go on, King!” I roar, pumping a fist. “I’m King, you fucking dipshit,” King drawls from the booth, sipping his beer like he’s watching a nature documentary. I swear I need to tattoo dick one and dick two on their heads just to keep track.

"What would you like me to draw for you? Let me know what kind of creature you are so I can figure out what tattoo would suit your beautiful skin." She walked over to her small worktable that held all her tattoo equipment and started going through it, pretending she was searching for something specific. Her hands moved over needles and ink bottles, but her mind was racing a million miles an hour. What kind of creatures were the Khyrador people? What powers did they possess? She knew that most Khyrador people had at least one special power. The strongest among them sometimes had two. But Draevon, as their king, would have multiple powers. That's what made him so dangerous. So feared.

My jerremy coiled out, wrapping around his butterfly tattoo again, when its purple wings nipped with magic. “Your ink,” I asked, “is that what’s controlling your nature?” “Do you like it? Such a clever tattoo with magic woven into it that hides my Curse, when appearing nothing more than the mark of the Alpha Empire, where the Purple King butterfly is our national emblem,” King spat out, flinching as I reached to touch the tattoo. I instantly pulled back. “I’m sorry, it’s just so…”