Knights Templar Cross Tattoo Novels & Stories

They practiced, took a break, and practiced some more. Aside from Cassiel's hot and steamy routine, she found something interesting. It was Zacharias' tattoo. It was a bit blurry in some of the videos. But in one of the clips, where Zacharias takes a look at the gifts, his left ring finger has a tattoo. It was like a permanent wedding band. It was a simple line around his finger that may seem subtle and lowkey. But if it’s on the left ring finger then it would send in a pretty obvious message.

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.

He looked into the clear liquid for a moment longer before turning to leave. … The next morning as the sun rose a knight called Tiro Recto, looked down at the makeshift encampment from a cliff on the mountain. Behind him another knight, Bonito Sorriso, struggled to climb up onto the cliff. His struggle was comedic and rather loud, but Tiro’s gaze remained fixed on the black tents scattered among the tombstones. “How on Terra did you get up here so early?” Bonito asked as he stood up and brushed dirty of his armour. Both knights were wearing ornate, gleaming gold armour that reflects the soft, diffused light of the sky. Their armour is intricately detailed with engraved patterns and layered p

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

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

Everything was done for the good of the pack, something that was quite alien to Duncan. Duncan woke up one morning to find a note pushed under his door, it was from Brother Andrew asking him to meet him in the gym after breakfast. Duncan showered quickly, grabbed some food and made his way to the gym. As he pushed his way through the door he saw the Templar wearing nothing but shorts, he had his back to Duncan and was in the process of pulling a t shirt over his head. Duncan was surprised to see a large intricate tattoo of a red cross on his back, it was the same cross he had seen on the back of his shirt on the first day the met but there were Celtic symbols incorporated into the design and

"We take what we know will make good use for us. But take it as no joke, for it is no easy task. Our men here risk everything to make sure we have a success, going so far as to not just risk their own lives, but that of their families. You see, what we do, comes with a prize. Because it's not always that our work is successful. We do face failure. But you," Agatha leans in to the man, making him move backwards. "You just took everything for granted. After all, you were one of us." "I'm no Cross Sword." The man hisses, making Agatha give him a questioning look. "Aren't you?" Before the man knows it, Agatha tears his shirt open, revealing the large tattoo of two Sword's crossing together on hi

I clicked it and the scene played; a man rushing into the bathroom, shooting the woman who'd been in there and writing those shitty words with her blood. The man's face didn't show but his build…it looked so familiar I couldn't quite pinpoint who it belonged to. I rewatched the clip, again and again, hoping to find something and when I finally did, I paused it, my gaze settling on the man's neck. Right there, on the left was a tattoo. One I recognised a little too well. Two swords and a helmet in the middle with blood dripping from the eye part of the helmet— the Black Knights. Those disgusting motherfuckers.