Knights Templar Cross 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.

"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."

A group of kitchen staff and servers were heading toward one of the side buildings, their chatter faint but hurried. They carried baskets, trays, and crates as though finishing preparations. At first, it seemed ordinary. But then Aiden’s eyes narrowed. One of the men adjusted his sleeve—and the motion revealed a tattoo. Bold and unmistakable. Recognition flared in Aiden’s chest like fire. “That symbol,” Aiden whispered, his hand tightening instinctively on Lena’s arm. “I’ve seen it before. That’s not just any tattoo—it’s the mark of the Crescent rogues.” Lena’s brows furrowed.

Ceaza closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he took in the pain. "Do not talk back at me" Dylan hollered, stressing each word. He twisted the crown of his staff, screwing it off the body and revealing a sharp pointed blade at the tip of the body. "By the rules of 7 Daggers, you deserve to be killed, but as one of those closest to me, I will grant you the mercy of the Cross" he said as he walked around Ceaza, running the tip of the blade along his torso, drawing blood in the process. He stopped as he noticed a new tattoo at the middle of Ceaza's spine. It was an impression of a crown that had a sword at its middle.

“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.

A unending responsibility they will take till the day they die. Berg and George came forward and gave them their cape with Tarwood's insignia. Ingrid and Julie designed it. There are three huge branches representing Frosthold, Ingrd's hunter tribe, and the citizens of Tarwood coming together. The trunk is enormous and is etched with a cross to represent their faith, and finally, its roots, the swords Bane and Dawn crossing, representing their wielders, John and William. William initially didn't want an insignia, as he wanted to follow Eldric, who used no symbol other than God's. Still, he relented when he saw that the cross of God was the largest icon on it.

“We have losses.” “Derek…” “You know what? It is fine. It always will be. Just go ahead and tell me why you dragged me all the way out here,” I cut in, avoiding her eyes. Clearing her throat roughly, “There is a tattoo on the prisoner, a crescent moon tattoo,” she stated. “Hm, I noticed that too. What about it?” “That’s the mark of Kael’s elite warriors.” “What?” I barked, pulling my brows together. “Why the hell would Kael attack my pack if he’s trying to negotiate an alliance with us through you?”

The others backed up, mumbling under their breaths. Before he could so much as check if she was hurt, pain seared the inside of his left wrist. He cursed and watched in horror as black lines formed on his skin, burning as they merged into a...trinity knot. A symbol he recognized only because of his Irish heritage and the countless Galloway Wiccan documents he'd examined through the years. Slightly larger than a quarter, it branded him like a tattoo. Kaida cried out, grabbing her arm as the same pattern emerged in the same spot on her inner wrist. Breaths soughing, she sat up and glanced from the mark, to him, and back again. "Oh God. Did I...do that?"

Up they rose, one by one, to stand before the God. The first was astride a dappled horse. His body was burned and the remnants of his clothing clung to him, melted into the remaining flesh. The sign of a red cross gave evidence to his former life as a templar. A sword was still in his hand. Eyes long gone, he relied on sound alone. The second stood without a steed, wielding a spear. A leather tunic protecting his well-formed chest, half eaten by the waves of sand he had lain under.

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.