Queen Bee Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

I asked and Clord responded. “Yeah.” I smirked. “Good.” I said and turned my attention to the Alpha Queen. “Now, let’s each write our names on her..” ** The claw tattoo session on the Alpha Queen’s body was over now. The Alpha Queen lay naked on the ground now, wearing numerous cuts and lacerations that were actually the names of every one of us— except my mother. I didn’t know why she hadn’t joined as she had refused to claw print her name on the Alpha Queen’s skin when we had called her to do so.

The queen’s feet are long and pointed and not shaped as arcs like the other human-like bees. “Another human.” The queen muttered. “what do you mean another human? Am I not the only one here?” Alex asked, out of the queen’s intriguing statement. The queen laughed and then turned angry. “Humans are disgusting! Such foul creatures walking around my kingdom!” she then, turned her back to Alex. The queen’s butt was bigger than other bees. The queen bees are the ones who lay eggs for the other bees to be born. Alex guessed. “Into the dungeon!” the queen bee commanded the creatures. They grabbed Alex’s hands and flew right where the dungeon is. A series of tunnels have been passed by them. While Al

she said, a nasty grin pasted on her face as she made that suggestive comment. “But, it would do you good to remember that there can only be one Queen B! ” Her smirk grew wider with that, and started to turn around, having got the last say. Or so she thought. “Oh! Fun fact Elenora. A hive can actually have Queen B, but with your grades I doubt you would know that.” that got some stifled laughs from across the room.

she tells me, her embarrassment seeming to fade a little. "You've got a tattoo?" She nods, smiling a little. "I've got four actually. One for each clan and then another one to show that I'm the queen." "I don't want to be rude but, could I see them?" I ask carefully. She blushes again as she nods. She turns around and moves her hair away over her shoulder and pulls down the sleeves of her dress so that her upper back is showing. There are three black symbols running down her spine. I recognize one as the rune for strength but not the other two. "Are they all runes?"

“It is a quite peculiar mark. It’s like a golden tattoo. Did you see it?” I frowned. “No. Last night it was red, like any bite.” “Well, now it’s golden. Look.” She told me while she took out a mirror from a drawer. I looked at the mark, and the queen was right. It was a thin golden crescent. “Something else happened. After marking her, Maddison had a tattoo created on her forearm.” The queen frowned as she asked, “What kind of tattoo?” “It is a compass rose with a red dot where it marks north. Madison told me that didn’t happen to you.”

My chest started to hurt, confusing me until I glanced down and saw the intricate filigree tattoo that weaved itself across the top of my breasts, down both of my arms, and stopping at my elbows. Chuckling Conri traced the design with his index finger and said, “Proof that you are my true queen.” A flood of confidence filled me and I grinned at the newfound strength that encompassed me internally. “I have a queen's mark, pretty cool,” I giggled. Running his hand through his hair Conri nodded. “It is Jade, it means that you are born of royal blood. Your real mom must have been a royal and an important one because your pattern is very unique,” he said firmly as he studied the lovely tattoo. I

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”

she whispered. "You can command your subjects after you get the tattoo, My Queen," Aleksandr said, squeezing her hand slightly. "Are you ready?" Aria nodded. "As ready as I could be," she said and just then a tattoo artist stepped on the stage. Aleksandr ordered the people to get back to their feet. Everyone was going to witness Aria getting the tattoo. A flying eagle just like Aleksandr's. Aria didn't even wince when the needle pierced through her skin. She took the pain with pride. Today, Aria got what she wanted. A crown on her head.