Queen Bee Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“This is from Muscle107. He wants to know if you’ll ever return to New York?” “Yes, I will, at some point I’ll probably need to come for work here. But it will be under a different agency.” I answer in a low voice, releasing an uneasy chuckle. “Well, that’s good news at least. Okay here’s another one. This is from Hawk-guy, he wants to know if you will finally reveal your identity?” She asks. “Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?”

A proud and old butler appeared after a few more minutes, smiling warmly at us all as he explained what was expected of us. Each Noble Lady was going to be called into the Throne room one at a time with her chosen Guard and Handmaid as escorts. We would meet the King and his wife, the Queen, along with the Crown Prince. They would personally greet us to the Palace and welcome us as members of the Queeness competition. A few rules and explanations would then be said and then a Royal tattoo artist would step in and give us the ‘Seal of Silence’. This was a small tattoo of our choosing that would be placed on our palm, just below our thumb. The ink used in this tattoo was enchanted and meant to

he teased Jason's arm. I stood aside blushing as Jason responded "She's the last of her kind". They both laughed. "So, what kinda tattoo do you want? A butterfly? Pokemon? A quote?" "A quote seem pretty nice but I want to make it much more interesting. How about a couples thing? Like a heart and a key. What do you think Bae?" He diverted his eyes to me. "Uh.. Oh.. nice." I was still nervous about getting my body pricked. "Are you okay?" Cartel asked.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

She had thought them myths. ‘It’s funny you will think that, when you lived with werewolves almost your whole life.’ Olivera scoffed at Verity’s words. Werewolves were feasible. But dragons?? That was something entirely different, on a whole new level. As the smoke continued to weave its tale, Olivera saw a tattoo on the arm of the Queen, a mark identical to the one she had in her dream. She understood, somehow, that the tattoo was the mark of royals, appearing as a birthmark when firstborns reached a certain age, whether they were sons or daughters. It was a symbol of their ancient lineage, a sign of their responsibility to guard the world's balance and protect its secrets.

I sighed it waa hard to be angry with her so i finished removing top and fully displayed the tattoo. *мой послушный ворон*. " my obedient raven" she read and then looked at me. "This was from when i became the queen of the criminal underworld, this tattoo was the dragon staking his claim on me it was meant for everyone to know that i work for him, but i know that it had a different meaning" i said as she listened.

“Let her at least see what you’re all going crazy over” The room grows silent again as Spin holds the opened box out to me. I lifted the heavy leather jacket out of the box, with the back of it facing me. The crew’s symbol is dead smack in the center of the back, and tiny pink rhinestones have been stitched across the shoulder blades spelling out ‘queen’ in all capital lettering! The sleeves are pink leather, and the word ‘wifey’ has been embroidered down the back of each arm in black. When I hold it out in front of me, it reads ‘Queen of Hart’s’. I rubbed the rhinestones before looking up into Spin’s smirking face and asking, “you want me as your queen”?

I said with a small smirk as I sat up, still holding her tightly. Her eyes glistened as she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. "I love it." She said softly, kissing my lips before she looked down at my chest again. On my left breast, I had gotten a tattoo with the words ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul’ Her fingers tenderly brushed over it. "I got the fuckers name too." I remarked, holding up my wrist, ‘Dante’ was written alongside one of my previous tattoos.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

“What’s so special about that human?” “Oh, Queen Eleanora will want this one, trust me,” using a stick, he pushes my shirt aside to show the collar, forcing me to remain in human form and at the same time showing off some of my imperial tattoos, blended with the wedding tattoo I received when Cornelia and I joined hands. Humans don’t have tattoos like those, and common drakes don’t get tattoos done in the imperial style using ink that shows up in all of our forms–that’s for the high-royal family specifically.