Kneeling Knight Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Prez told us to focus on the new club and he and Killer would keep us informed on Beggar. “Not sure, with all our time split between looking for Beggar, the club, government calling us and this shit storm here, don't know, hopefully end of November.” He gets back to his tablet, and I stare at the small snakes tattooed to the side of his face. It is a small piece from our club emblem. Knight has the same ones on his neck. Snake lifts his head, his green eyes are light that they look almost yellow. He reminds me of a snake. Not so much now that he cut his hair.

she asked him. He looked at his right knee which was on the ground. “There’s a correct and wrong knee when proposing?” “Yes,” she said. “I read it from somewhere. You should kneel on your left knee, like the knights did in medieval times, when they show respect to royalty.” He grinned and kneeled on his left knee. “Sorry, I didn’t read that,” he apologized. “Now, that I’m kneeling on the correct knee, my princess, will you marry me and let me be your knight in shining armour as long as I live? And I don’t really care if your name means night, I will shine on you whenever it’s dark.”

But as I am about to punch, he speaks up “I was a knight in my time, the knighthood of Yora.“ He says, showing me his wrist that is engraved with a tattoo that I don’t recognize. Two swords are guarding a circular object that has a braided design on its circumference. “I will not be torn to pieces, like a dog. I will be beheaded like a warrior.“ I put both my hands on his neck, look him in the eyes one last time before I rip his head off his neck, barely giving him a chance to scream. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh“ That scream that I just heard, is so not Taho‘s. Fuck!

“Bunch of obnoxious, inhumanly attractive, muscled up cavemen.” Seriously, Knight looked like some kind of Playboy fallen angel with his sculpted ass and body stacked with hard muscle. I scanned his numerous tattoos. There was a pack of hungry wolves on one of his arms, surrounded by trees and vines full of thorns. Across his chest was the night sky and aurora borealis, and wrapping around his stomach were wisps of smoke, or shadow, that trailed upwards until they blended into the darker ink.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

The blade stained with fresh, dark red blood, streaking unevenly along its length. A man approaches the kneeling knight, his heavy, predominantly back armour clinks as he approaches. The knight’s amber eyes roam upward from the rubble covered ground, noting the deep red accents in the dark knight’s armour and the dark chainmail underlayer visible under his neck. As soon as golden knight saw his face, he knew who he was, Mestre Escuro. Mestre had a stern, intense expression accompanied by his sharp, angular structured face, defined cheekbones and slightly furrowed brow. His skin was pale, contrasted by subtle shadows that deepened the contours of his face. His unnaturally red glowing eyes see

She trailed her fingertip over the raised skin in the shape of a sword that sat over my other scars on the left side of my chest. “That is the mark of the Queen’s Knights. There are four of us and we all bare that mark. It formed when our Queen bonded with her mate. We are her most trusted men and protectors of not just her but the kingdom and the people.” I smiled thinking of my fellow brothers.

But his eyes are cruel, dark and cold. "He...He has black hair, and a tattoo on his neck,” I say, shaking my head. The pain is slowly starting to diminish, leaving me feeling, gasping for air. I see fear ghost across Kastriv’s face. "Is the tattoo words, or a picture?" "A picture. I don't know what it is though." It appeared to be depicting something very particular, but it’s impossible to decipher. "Keo..." Kastriv murmurs. I frown, sitting up. The pain quickly falls away, leaving me feeling empty and vacant.

"Good girl?. Screw that!. I'm totally in if you've come up with the perfect plan to leave this place." "Oh I have!. Loan is waiting outside school with a car already." "Fine. Let's go unless you're suddenly a pussy." "Ohhh" knight cooed in amusement. Knight was clad in all black, a black hoodie, black jeans and black shoes. But his red eyes and hair are still outstanding. "Let's go then." "After you, my lady." "No!. Lead the way dummy!. I don't know anywhere here." We both laughed and the knight led me away from the dorm and to a fence.

"How dare those wretched humans have ill intentions toward you?" Gideon stepped forward and began to unfasten the armor on his chest. "Wait, what are you doing?" I cried, trying to stop him. "This is the royal crest I have guarded for a thousand years." He removed an ancient emblem carved with a shield and two swords. "The 'Knight's Heart'. It represents absolute courage and justice." He knelt on one knee and presented the crest to me respectfully. "Please accept it, my princess. Let it stand guard by your side in my place."