Templar Knight Tattoo Novels & Stories

Inside, the air is thick with the smell of spilled ale, wet wool, and the faint copper tang of old blood. The bounty hunter sits alone at a corner table. Broad shoulders under a travel-worn cloak the color of dried blood. A single iron ring on his left hand—simple, unadorned, but etched with a faint halo sigil that glows dimly when he flexes his fingers. His name is Garrick Vane. Once a templar of the Eastern Order. Now something else. Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants.

He had no idea that Narakashura's demonic power was growing. "Can we start again? I'm getting bored with you guys. To be honest, I still have other agendas, like destroying the kingdom that supports the Swarnabhumi capital." Narakashura tried to ignite the anger of the three tiger-powered warriors. "Is that so? That means we have to kill you now." Grandpa Maung Tutul mobilized his inner power. Two leopard-shaped spirit guards appeared on either side of his body. Black Tiger also wore a perfect panther armor. The black-colored energy aura of the panther spirit pool enveloped his body. His eyes turned into panther eyes. Its row of teeth also grew four fangs consisting of two upper and two lowe