Kneeling Knight Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her fingers are deft as she undoes the tiny silver clasps running down the front of her gown, and the blue fabric slips over her shoulders, leaving her bare from clavicle to sternum, the Queen’s Mark—a pale, irregular patch—shimmering faintly along her breastbone. Kieran is less careful, yanking the wooden circlet from his head and letting it thunk unceremoniously onto the stone floor. Then he hauls the ceremonial robes over his head, shaking himself free; the tunic beneath goes next, rumpled as laundry, revealing the lean lines of his torso and the branching, spiraling tattoo that maps his shoulder and bicep. He’s already flushed, already panting slightly, and the sight is like a match to o

At the gate. A knight with black armor, as the head, was burly and appeared to be 2.5 meters tall and seemed to be an iron tower. He was sitting upright on a huge, somewhat exaggerated half-demon horse Black Wind Beast. He was bald, his face and scalp were marked with blue thorn tattoos, which made him even more fearful. The tattooed baldheaded man, with slightly narrowed eyes and a faint flicker of green lawn in the depths of the pupils, was cold as if his cold eyes were not like human's.

He snapped. "You think?" I managed to croak out. He was already breaking a rule about not confronting anyone in a public environment. Just when he wanted to speak, I swung and gave him a swift roundhouse kick to the ribs. He groaned, clutching his ribs in pain. Instinctively, I looked at the tattoo on my arm. It was intricate and fine, with no flaws even in the smallest portions. It bore the crest proudly. Two lions, interlocked with a snake-like figure. Every member had to get the same crest before they were admitted.

Now that I got these knights away from my village, I better think about my escape now. Kael told himself as he was sitting on a horse behind Grand Knight Bryle with his hands chained. He realized that there were also eight knights in a formation with them. One in front was a banner man carrying the flag of the Ice Crown. Kael and the grand knight were in the center and the other seven knights surrounded them as they travelled on their horses.

The man in front of him knocked on the court door and waited for a long time until he heard Dimitri's voice giving him permission to enter. "Milord," The knight kneeled on one knee in front of the man who was sitting with pride and power on the throne that was adorned with jewels. Although Cathal wanted to follow suit, he did not do so as it was against the rules of Volar. He had to follow the traditions of Volar wherever he was and he stood in his place, not moving from his place. "Long live Lord Dimitri," Cathal bowed after the knight left the two men alone and this time he heard the man speak.

he said, reaching out a hand to me. My jaw dropped as I looked at the knight, really looked at his armor. The familiar crest was on the left side of his breastplate, and I mouthed the name of the kingdom to myself. "You're a knight of the kingdom Thelmes." I finally stuttered out, and he nodded.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

But even so, the children managed to keep in mind the image of many of Professor Knudlac's tattoos. His arm was full of tattoos, of various sizes and shapes, in various hypostases, such as that in which some archers or spearmen killed ferocious monsters or quietly watched over surroundings, images of various non-mystical animals, such as bears, deer, wolves or ravens, but also of mystical animals such as the Phoenix bird, the rock dragon, the fire snake or even an ... ice dragon.

I pulled his arms and nudged him at his stomach and I let him go as I did a roundhouse kick at his neck before he fell to the floor, unconscious. "Serves you right. Geez!" the fight was fast. I think they are somewhat in a gang. I get to see a tattoo on their neck. Though, it was just a simple black phoenix. The thing is, there were two swords in a cross manner on its neck. I have a feeling that these guys are just their low-ranked members as the tattoo gave me the idea that, no matter what they do, they can break your neck anytime. That they are only puppets.

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”