Kneeling Knight Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Even the knights are not so well built.” Thaelen raised an eyebrow and let the man explore the tattoo design that had been painfully inked under his skin, the tattoo of a Concordia king. Briefly, he wondered if Yeric was enduring the slow process of having the marks made, or whether his cousin had broken with the tradition. When he was free, he thought grimly, and got his revenge upon his cousin, he would peel the skin from Yeric’s arm and chest if it bore the design, tan it, and have it made into his standard, to warn others of the perils of betrayal.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

Kael looked at Elena, her words were simple but it slowly ignited his desire for power and honor. Kael stood up, his chair scraping against the wooden floor with a soft protest. The flickering shadows cast by the candle danced ominously around him, Kael knelt, bending his one knee like how he saw from the knight that pledged their loyalty to the empire. Even though the surface of the wooden floor was cool against his knee, making his bruises hurt, he didn’t wince. “Please bring me wisdom to prove myself, madam.” Kael's voice trembled slightly, laced with earnest determination. The act of kneeling—of humbling himself before Elena—signaled not just a plea but an oath to embark on the path she

His bathroom was quite big, with a bathtub on the far left end of it and a shower just in the middle, still on the left side, a mirror directly facing the shower on the right side. He turned on the shower, setting it at lukewarm temperature, he rested both his hands on the wall with his head down, and his back directly under the shower. The water rushed out and fell directly on his back, touching the tattoo on his back. It was a huge art of a man kneeling in a praying position, with so many knives pointed at him from all corners. The tattoos occupied most part of his back, giving little to no space left on his back. With the one on his forearm, it was drawn in a way that it looked like it wa

The council guards stationed at the hall entrance and along the corridors drove their spears upright into the flagstone seams, dropped to one knee, bowed their heads, and bared the napes of their necks. The oldest form of submission. Exposing one's most vulnerable point to someone of higher rank. The seven Alphas knelt as well. Cain braced himself with his left hand and dropped to one knee. His right arm hung at his side, fist still clenched around the snapped needle. As he lowered his proud head, no sound came from his throat. The veins along the side of his neck bulged, as if he were holding back something deep in his chest that threatened to break free.

Unlike them, Victor’s expression never softened when he looked at her. What kind of man was Roman Knight? But one thing was for sure, Somewhere within the massive estate, Roman Knight was there. And tomorrow, she would finally have to face him properly.

The walls are lit by candles and on every corner and foundation, a Knight Statue can be found; standing tall while holding a sword on the front. Confused and disheveled, she turned around only to see a huge person sitting on the throne with his eyes closed. The man is wearing a dark tunic with deep purple lining paired with dark trousers and black knee-length boots; not a typical clothing from the Horalian Kingdom. She also noticed the wolf-skin hanging on his shoulders and the sword that he holds on the right hand while his left hand is folded towards his face where his chin rests.

I hold out my hand to rub my brother’s arm encouragingly, and I can spot his nervousness in his shy smile. Alessio turns towards our guests, clearing his throat. I notice how he keeps balling his hands to fists, and I know that it is his coping mechanism to not begin fidgeting with his fingers. “Thank you so much, everyone! I can’t wait to serve our beloved homeland’s territory and our family. As you already know, I had asked our dear Gianni to be my consigliere, but I want to take advantage of this moment of joy to ask my sister if she would take the role of my second in command. And go through the initiation ceremonies with me.”

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.