Novel & Cerita Kneeling Knight Tattoo

As they get closer I notice that they are covered in tattoos with one that is the same on all six, although on different parts of their arms--A golden chrysanthemum with three drops of blood falling from the petals. "Sir," their leader steps forward and bows. He is a tall black man with dark skin, his tattoo a series of beautifully rendered black ink and a deep bold reddish-orange. His bald head glows in the sun as he looks up at us both with crystalline blue eyes that almost appear white. "Madam." "Dante," he nods. "This is my wife, Charlotte. I thought you two should meet since you are watching over her." "At your service, Mistress Kane," he crosses his chest and bows to me as well. "My b

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

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.

I ripped out two of the arrows and tossed them to the ground but as I lifted my arm to grab the last one, I was hit again but this time, I fell to one knee instantly. “Shit,” I murmured. “Wolfs bane arrow.” I looked down again, my vision going blurry. This arrow was different though. It was a white arrow, unlike the rest of the brown ones, and it held a small symbol. One that many wouldn't have noticed, but I saw it enough to know. It was the last thing I saw before my vision went dark. The Royal Seal. Nate POV “What do I do if he asks me to kneel?” I huffed as Juvia did up my tie. She watched me try and fail a total of 6 times to do it myself. “Cause I will tell him to piss off. Prince or n

"Oh, I can tell you much more lover. But can you tell me something I might not know?" Brandon thought for awhile. "Hmm...do you know what the tattoo on the back of my left shoulder stands for?" Sienna smiled up at him. "It's warrior in Latin." "Damn! Okay, here's a hard one. What was my favorite TV show as a boy?" "Oh, crap, you stumped me on that one." "The Hulk," Brandon said, remembering some of the few times he wasn't being punished, and was allowed to watch the show. Sienna laughed out loud. "That's it!!"

she spoke each word with intensity. "...ott van remény," I finished up the creed. Honestly, I'd heard, or seen it somewhere as a kid. Later, I regurgitated that saying to impress some A****n chicks. "Great, we have the same catch phrase." Alkonyka took off her shirt, revealing her lilac bra. Her tattoo was in Hungarian written in an archaic fashion. 'Where there is Valor' arched over her belly button and 'There is Hope' dipped beneath.

The door to the nursery swings open a few seconds later. Knox stands there in all his glory. The suit jacket he had on this morning before he left is now gone, along with his tie. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and I can see the tattoo he got on our one-year wedding anniversary: the word bet in bold letters. It's something we always say to each other now when we’re in the middle of a face-off or challenge.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

He looked up, his storm-grey eyes traveling from her stilettos, up the slash of red silk, to her fierce, mismatched eyes. He didn't look impressed. He didn't look charmed. He looked suspicious. On the side of his neck, just visible above his collar, was the black ink of a tattoo: a Rose without thorns. Vespera stood her ground, the red queen standing before the dark knight. "Mr. Hale," she said, her voice clear and ringing in the silence. Cyprian leaned back, swirling his whiskey. A corner of his mouth ticked up, not in a smile, but in a challenge.