Kneeling Knight Tattoo Novels & Stories

Isla shrugged. "I think that it might have something to do with the fact that you hide from them," Mikel suggested. He took a respectful step back, letting go of her gently. She hugged her book to her chest and studied her good friend. The knight dressed casually in black cloth trousers and a red shirt that rested over his broad shoulders and stretched across his muscular chest as though it had been painted there. His ever-present sword hung at his hip and a large hand rested on the hilt in a casual stance.

Raven's eyes trailed down Knight's body, following Knight's long fingers as pieces of clothes dropped until Knight was totally naked. "Now do me." Raven rose his hands and rose his chin at Knight, who chuckled and stepped up, taking off Raven's cloth in a slower way, but teasing him by brushing his fingers across Raven's nipples, abdomen, and thigh, all but his cock. Raven grunted in displease at the purposed ignoring. Knight grinned brightly. "May I, my prince?" Knight took a step back and knelt down on one knee, his eyes sparkling and his face right in front of Raven's cock.

“Even if I’m just your bartender, I am that man tonight, Astrid.” I hugged him back and I sighed. “I know, Ryder. I hope you know you’re not just a bartender to me. You’re my knight in shining armor.” “I’m not pretending, love,” he whispered gently. “I told you… I am yours tonight. And you are mine.” I sighed. “Yes. I am yours, Ryder.”

and I stood up from the bed , for some time I got dizziness but other than that I am fine. " Aarav...wait...are you ok? ....aman, dad?" Kiyara said but as I opened the door I got stopped , there were two men at the door wearing black outfit, it looks like they are on watch of us , but the thing I saw next startled me like nothing before....they were having tattoo on their neck....a big Snake ...shit... They are not from my dad's gang.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

And I had chosen him — the one man strong enough, loyal enough, to handle what I required in secret. “Come closer,” I said. He stepped forward until his boots touched the edge of the rug. I reached up and tugged at his shirt. “Remove it.” Garrick pulled the linen over his head, revealing a chest carved with muscle, scarred from countless battles. My mouth watered at the sight. “On your knees,” I ordered softly. The massive knight dropped without hesitation. Even kneeling he was nearly my height. I opened my robe, letting it fall from my shoulders. His eyes darkened as they took in my naked body.

However, that bond, which I had forcibly torn apart, now delivered the same searing pain to him as it did to me. His body swayed, and he staggered backward. Only then did he realize that I had already cut off every possible retreat. In the end, the challenge was formally established with the Elders' Council witness. On the night of the full moon, we would duel atop the Sacred Mountain. The victor would be the Alpha King of the North. During this time, my parents knelt outside my cave. They cried and begged me to stop. "Judith, can't you spare Stellan just this once? He has already learned his lesson!"

Each man wore the mark. Different symbols etched into skin: a serpent coiled around a sword on the left forearm of one, twin wolves snarling beneath a bleeding moon on the wrist of another, a skeletal crown on the palm of a third, and a phoenix swallowing its own tail just above the elbow of the last. Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood.