Royal Flush Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

“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.

He continued, "He's not just important—even the most powerful would bow before him. He's a Lloyd and has the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon on his chest. Do you know what the tattoo signifies?" Tony gulped, stuttering, "W-What does it mean?" Herman closed his eyes as if gathering the courage to speak of something terrifying. He explained, "It means he's a direct descendant of the Lloyd family—one of the three royal families of Holtrien. And his tattoo? It doesn't bear the black eyes of an ordinary warrior, nor the silver eyes of a notable bloodline, and not even the golden eyes reserved for the family's elite heirs."

“What’s up, Aussie?” I curled into a ball and blocked whatever he said to the man down under. A few moments later, he came back and kissed me on my exposed shoulder. “Did you make a plan?” “They will brief us on the plan. What does that tattoo mean?” Shit. I thought he didn’t notice it. “It’s in Arabic. It means, every sun has to set.” “That sounds deep yet sad.” I turned and faced him. He looked so menacingly handsome and relaxed, not the brutal, ruthless mafia that people feared. “It means everything has an end. We should enjoy life and live to the fullest because tomorrow is not guaranteed.”

she commented. He looked up at her. “What?” “The tattoo,” she smiled. “Do you still remember what it stands for?” he asked. “I’m your nymph, which you got from the Greek Mythology nymph Calypso. You got it in that colour because it’s the colour of my eyes, which are your favourite thing about me. You made them loop the y to make a heart because I’m the only one who holds your heart. The paw signifies the pact we made that we would never let any wolf truly rule over us...” she trailed off.

Hope knelt down and placed his feet on the bowl. She reached out for the Luke warm rose water and started the feet wash. “According to tradition every morning the princes must be given a feet wash with rose water, milk and honey. Then massage them with Jasmine oil it is believed that it will sweeten his life. Once that is done rose petals should be showered upon his feet. It is a must and the servant sent to do the task must fulfill it or it will be considered defamation. I personally don’t want to brought before the King,” she states as she massaged his right foot and finished with it. “However in my option, rose water, milk with honey and the oil they don’t really sweeten anyone’s life. Ho

And moved down to her exposed midsection and the sheer, almost see through flimsy excuse for a skirt that covered her bottom and revealed a long expanse of bare leg. But that wasn’t even the worst of it. It was the ink on her skin that did it. Dark mass of ink designed her arms, belly, legs in swirling loops and whirls. And in the middle of her chest right between her breasts was a tattoo of the royal family crest— a lycan howling up at the moon in fierce victory. The entire design; the dress, the ink... They all symbolized one thing that she was nothing but the slave of the man standing over there, looking like he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.

"Since even Master Hale has acknowledged the ultimate truth, my mouth might as well tell your ignorant soul, you complete fool. His wolf is not just important—even the most powerful Supreme Alphas of the grand councils would drop their knees to the dirt before his frame. He belongs to the direct Hale bloodline, and he carries the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon right across his bare chest. Do your stupid brains even know what that sacred tattoo signifies under the moon?" Gerard gulps heavily, his throat rattling as he stutters, "W—What does it mean?" Herman closes his eyes tightly, as if gathering the physical courage to speak of something completely terrifying to his inner wolf. He explains, his vo

"And my tattoos are not common. You probably saw something similar on someone else. Another warrior in your kingdom or in another kingdom. There are lots of us out there who has tattoos." She could not tell him the truth. She could not say that she had visited his kingdom some years ago, crept through his father's palace in the dark, stolen an artifact for her father. An old relic. A thing made of bone and blood of the giants that Malgron had wanted for some ritual she never asked about. Korgath frowned. His big forehead wrinkled up like a plowed field.

He doesn’t respond but swiftly makes a beeline to his office, and I follow him like a lost pup, with no clue what the tattoo means or why it’s such a big deal. When I get to the study, he’s already in front of his computer, typing away with determination. “Shit, this can’t be,” he mutters in disbelief. “What? What can’t be? What’s wrong, Jack? Is the tattoo an issue?” I rush to stand behind him. “This tattoo... it’s popular in Blue Water Pack.” “What? Do you mean Blue Waters Pack?” “The rose on the snake it’s from Blue Waters. The majority of people with this specific tattoo are their spies.”

Or, if I was really daring, I could get rid of the eight as well and hope for the jack and ten of hearts, making the royal flush. I tossed in my lone Mr. Big, signalling I was all in for the hand, and everyone else tossed in something else as well. No one raised, so I discarded the four of clubs and waited for my card, deciding to play it safe and not go for the royal flush. Josh dealt it to me and my hand hovered over it for a moment on the red and white blanket. Any heart, I need any heart.