Queen Bee Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

are inked between the bird’s wings. “Blackbird,” I say, naming the Beatles song. “Yeah,” she sighs out. “It’s my favorite song. Means a lot to me. The colors all stand for my survivor status. Green for mental health. Purple for domestic abuse. Teal for sexual abuse.” Without knowing what I’m doing, I step forward and my fingers trace down one of the bird’s wings. I feel her take in a shuddering breath and she leans into my touch. I’m lost in the beauty of her tattoo.

But there were differences between them. The Alpha King seal had a sun engraved on the forehead of the head of the wolf which means the one who is leading the external affairs and monarch while the Luna Queen seal had a crescent moon engraved on the forehead which means the one who is leading the internal affairs and the mate of the Alpha King.

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

queen Thalia said with a smile on her face. "What do you mean, your highness?" Darrell asked surprised. "Darrell it's really easy to know a Cassel cause they are the only ones that have a star tattoo at the side of their neck," queen Thalia said looking at Darrell. "Oh, I see!" Darrell exclaimed and touched his neck as if realizing something he has long forgotten about. Darrell had always wondered how he has such a tattoo came to the side of his neck but soon ignored it with time, with the thoughts that it might be something his late parents did to him when he was a child.

She paled. I felt Hawke’s gaze bore into me so I turned to him. “See this mark.” I fingered the collar of my dress to show my mating mark. “This is the mark of the Luna Queen. This mark makes me royalty and you know what it means to touch me.” He still had a smirk on his lips and a sharp glint in his eyes. “You may have gotten away with it once but I am not Prince Seth –“

The girl seemed to be trying to draw conclusions. “That’s right, Queenie.” “Well, if Nicundhra can’t attack us, then we will attack Nicundhra!” Queenie said firmly and calmly. The cold-faced beautiful girl said very clearly. Queenie’s words made all eyes turn to look at her. King Darian and Zetoma even glared slightly. “Princess ... think again of your idea. If King Eric has used the Red Orchid formula, then no matter how many soldiers we send, we will have to die. We’re just feeding the bloodthirsty beast.” Zetoma disagreed with Queenie’s idea.

I whispered into her ears as she signaled a man to lead us through a door. “Tattoos won’t take long. Don’t you worry, Kieran, she’s fine.” Alpha Malone’s words left everyone amused. She pulled out the picture from her bag and gave it to the artist. “I want these exact tattoos on the right parts. Don’t skip a line; pretty work is what I need.” “As Your Majesty demands, what you want is what you’ll have.” He bowed before her and asked me to sit while Olivia stood watching. “Then we’re doing this one together. It’s for sisters in this kingdom.” She showed me, and I agreed to it instantly because it was going to be on my chest, and I’d be able to remember her once I stared at the mirror.

“It’s because you’re the most important. They egg you first. It’s an honour. You’re the guest of honour at the egg festival.” “I am not comforted by that—” “My king.” Queenie has recovered enough to speak, barely, wiping her eyes. “I need you to understand that when we get home, I am commissioning a painting of this. The Lycan King, Effigy Form, With Moustache. I’m hanging it in the entrance hall. Right next to the—” she catches herself, glances at me, and we both dissolve again, because right next to the marble penis at the front gate is exactly where it’s going and we both know it.

She looks like an angel, she whispers to another beside her, her voice echoing with envy while her eyes eats up the Queen’s appearance, taking in the sparkling white, long dress that adorns the Queen’s slender frame like a second skin, exposing her delicate shoulders. White color is one no woman would dare to wear, especially in summer as it clashes with their pale skin, but the Queen wore hers like the color was made for her. As everyone adorned the Queen’s beauty and her innocent yet seductive appearance, relegating the Concubine to the back ground, she stands off with her group of friends, standoffish and waiting for the Queen to get to her, while inside she seeths in jealousy and anger.

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.