Templar Knight Tattoo Novels & Stories

He quickly comes towards me, seemingly oblivious to the blood and mud squelching under his feet, releasing a noxious odour of rotting plants and death. I want to keep him talking and occupied long enough so Kane has time to prepare his warriors and ready the castle for an attack. I hope he listens to me and doesn’t come blundering into the forest. He’s strong, and I have no doubt that he’ll easily kill ten or more of the Templars before they even know what hit them, but there are too many – and they have an advantage already. He’ll be dead from a silver bullet to the heart before he can cross the boundary into the village. The Templar reaches out and tears my shirt away, revealing Kane’s mar

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

Marcus said. I lifted my head and looked at the bike again through tears. Now that I could see past the shock, I noticed the rest. The new paint was deep black with a subtle shimmer that only showed when the light hit it just right. Along the side of the tank, worked into the design so delicately I almost missed it, was a dagger. Behind it, a crown. Around both, the fine lines of a compass, woven together in the exact shape of our tattoo. My hand pressed against my chest.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

“I never really cared.” “But…” She set a hand to her temple. “Oh Lord.” She turned in a circle as if seeking answers from the terrain, but the only thing she found around us was sand. And more sand. Not a helpful aid. Focusing her attention back on me, she gaped a moment before saying, “The love mark is a special tattoo, given only by a qualified person of magic who’s passed a purity test. A priestess, in fact. They use a very specific type of ink, and it has to be this exact symbol in this exact size, given on this exact temple, otherwise it doesn’t work.”

But there was also a hint of vague savageness, characteristic of the Vikings or dark age Templars. Regarding my aim, I was not a sniper, but I was good enough to hit a target a couple of hundred meters away. "That leaves no questions. Now, take this" The knight gave me a medal. A Fenix was rising its fly into the sky as the symbol. "If things get nasty, show this to the guards, they'll let you go without a sound" "Understood" Both the knight and I went to where our mounts were. Lines of well-cared drakes filled my sight as we walked through the stables.

" My eyes widened in realisation. I pulled up my left sleeve and looked at the tattoo decorating my forearm. "The tattoo is the chess piece that represents you on the chessboard, the image he cannot see is the Falcon. It looks different on each of us but it is clear on Jack, Roxy, Tyler, Calvin and myself. It has been tradition, after a year of loyal service you get the tattoo," I explained. "So that means I'm gonna get the tattoo?" "No, you're the chief's daughter, if we want you to be continue keeping us updated then we need to ensure you never become a suspect. So it would be beneficial if you remained clean and not get the tattoo," I stated.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.