Kneeling Knight Tattoo Novels & Stories

” Selene paused. ”Did they stop? Did the Knights manage to stop them? The killings?” Selene smiled and wiped away snow from a broken window. She plucked out a rose. As she held it in her hands, the fragile, withered rose, began to rise. It gained its color and grew to its size, the leaves puffed out and the red rose brought much color to an otherwise white land. ”The killings were a maneuver, they were stalling. Waiting for the Knights to arrive. That is when the actual plan took motion,”

"What were you about to say?" "Knight didn’t kill his mother," I repeat, deciding I didn’t owe Alexi or even Veronica anything anymore. "And after his mother’s death, Veronica attempted to kill Knight; that’s why he has that tattoo on his throat." After the attempted murder, Knight grew very self-conscious about the scar that was left, and when he turned eighteen, he got a tattoo over it in order to hide it from the world since it represented his past weakness. "Alexi and the pack knew that Veronica was behind the attempted assassination, but they turned a blind eye to it, claiming that it was nothing more than a test gone wrong."

Although no one could see me through the curtain, I was asked to strictly observe the etiquette of a princess. The noise of the party was gone, and everyone was suddenly quiet. "The Knight Nuri Rodriguez is here." A servant lowered his voice and said to me. My breath stopped and my eyes looked toward the entrance. Sabatons clicked loudly on the wooden floor, and then a tall body entered the party. Everyone looked up at the knight, who was nearly 7 feet tall. He had just returned from the battlefield with his silver armor on, but his helmet and gauntlets were off, and he was wearing a red robe to symbolise Victory.

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.