Templar Knight Tattoo Novels & Stories

His eyes, a startling shade of amber, held a stillness that felt ancient. “I need a cover-up,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He shrugged off his leather jacket and revealed an old, poorly done tattoo on his left pectoral, right over his heart. It was a mess of faded lines, but beneath the jumbled ink, Sloane could see the faint, elegant shape of a Celtic knot. “Something to bind it. To make it permanent.”

Up they rose, one by one, to stand before the God. The first was astride a dappled horse. His body was burned and the remnants of his clothing clung to him, melted into the remaining flesh. The sign of a red cross gave evidence to his former life as a templar. A sword was still in his hand. Eyes long gone, he relied on sound alone. The second stood without a steed, wielding a spear. A leather tunic protecting his well-formed chest, half eaten by the waves of sand he had lain under.

His husky voice creating butterflies in my stomach again. He killed my fated mate but has the gall to claim he isn’t our enemy? The slight burning feeling on my wrist begins to itch. I tug my leather brace down just enough to know a symbol I’ve never seen before on my wrist. It’s a sword, but it has a circle around the handle like a halo. ‘What in the wands is this? What does it mean? What did you do to me?’ I shout at him. Lord Talon steels himself, and a sad look flashes across his face as he fights to avoid eye contact with me before returning to his straight face, now showing no emotion at all.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

I sent a mindlink to Bradley and the triplets, asking if it was okay I divulged some of our secrets in order to help her understand that I didn’t WANT to reject her, that I felt the NEED to reject her so she could have someone who would only think of her first. With their approval, I asked “Cailee, have you heard of the Knights League?” seeing her eyes widen with shock and recognition. “I am a Guardian Knight; I vowed to protect Ellie with my life no matter what. I can’t fully be your mate and do that at the same time,” I said sadly, hating to hear the words coming out of my mouth as if they somehow made the hurt more real.

“I’m coming!” “Can’t say I have.” I told them as I didn’t move. Something moved in the back of his eyes. Anger? “Let me properly introduce myself to you, Miss Kristen. My name is Darin Knight of the Midnight River Pack. This is my future beta, (Steven nodded) and gamma, (Cash nodded).” Holy shit was right. They don’t play nice with others. Everything in me told me to run away. “I assume you want a tattoo?” I skipped the pleasantries.

He said. The gate violently opened blowing away the venerable iron wolves and great templars were thrown out the gate as they held the chains of restriction. The surge of murderous intent that flowed out of the gate overwhelmed some of the strongest templars as they erected a powerful telepathic field protecting the denizens before they all fell to the maddening rage of the knight. Kent walked out of the gate as the darkness enveloped him and slowly filled the arena. The Templars were barely able to hold back the maddening rage as he unleashed a terrifying roar breaking the barrier as the dark mist pulled itself back creating a cloak around him.

he replied. His scent filled the space between us..cleaner than anything in this rotting dungeon. It made something deep in my chest twist. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust him. But I wanted to. He leaned back just enough to look at me fully, hood falling away from his face. A tattoo peeked from the side of his neck…two crescent marks overlapping. Purplemoon. Old-blood. Rare. I stared before I could stop myself. Before I could ask. Before I could breathe.

"What were you about to say?" "Knight didn’t kill his mother," I repeat, deciding I didn’t owe Alexi or even Veronica anything anymore. "And after his mother’s death, Veronica attempted to kill Knight; that’s why he has that tattoo on his throat." After the attempted murder, Knight grew very self-conscious about the scar that was left, and when he turned eighteen, he got a tattoo over it in order to hide it from the world since it represented his past weakness. "Alexi and the pack knew that Veronica was behind the attempted assassination, but they turned a blind eye to it, claiming that it was nothing more than a test gone wrong."

tattoo and he had gotten a lot thicker in mass. "Is that a....a tattoo?" I asked not knowing how to feel about it. He had on a white long sleeve shirt so I wasn't able to see it clearly. He then took the shirt for me to see and what I saw surprised me. Kristrin had a few tattoos, one included a phoenix tattoo across his back, a crown tattoo with the word King on top on his left shoulder to the front, more like the collarbone. One of a lion on his right shoulder and a small tattoo of an eye that looked distinctively a lot like mine.