Templar Knight Tattoo Novels & Stories

Templar could see a few handful servants, running about, getting treatment for their injuries. Suddenly, Templar remembered that someone followed her sister and Sirion. “H-How about my brother-in-law, did he return?” Galahad was about to respond when someone came swiftly towards them. Templar looked up and saw Langrion, the human prince her sister, Freya, had wedded. Templar frowned. Somehow, something seemed to have changed in him though. Was it his eyes? Templar couldn’t remember what his eyes looked like before, but it certainly wasn’t a deep violet color.

My jerremy coiled out, wrapping around his butterfly tattoo again, when its purple wings nipped with magic. “Your ink,” I asked, “is that what’s controlling your nature?” “Do you like it? Such a clever tattoo with magic woven into it that hides my Curse, when appearing nothing more than the mark of the Alpha Empire, where the Purple King butterfly is our national emblem,” King spat out, flinching as I reached to touch the tattoo. I instantly pulled back. “I’m sorry, it’s just so…”

“Bunch of obnoxious, inhumanly attractive, muscled up cavemen.” Seriously, Knight looked like some kind of Playboy fallen angel with his sculpted ass and body stacked with hard muscle. I scanned his numerous tattoos. There was a pack of hungry wolves on one of his arms, surrounded by trees and vines full of thorns. Across his chest was the night sky and aurora borealis, and wrapping around his stomach were wisps of smoke, or shadow, that trailed upwards until they blended into the darker ink.

I stared behind him and the mats gradually grew bigger when I saw what his tattoo was. I held you gently, I even felt him flinch because of that, but he let me go. I noticed the slight tilt of his face as if trying to see me. "Y-you, have the faction's tattoo." I whispered. The symbol of this faction is the fire burning a sword with the wings of a bat. "Like you..." It was almost like a breath. His voice was hoarse as he said that before gently facing me. "Why did you choose that tattoo..." "I want to be the fire that burns the sword of evilness and fear, I want to be brave to protect the person I want. I want to be fearless to face the truth... and I want to have it, to be different ...."

“Even the knights are not so well built.” Thaelen raised an eyebrow and let the man explore the tattoo design that had been painfully inked under his skin, the tattoo of a Concordia king. Briefly, he wondered if Yeric was enduring the slow process of having the marks made, or whether his cousin had broken with the tradition. When he was free, he thought grimly, and got his revenge upon his cousin, he would peel the skin from Yeric’s arm and chest if it bore the design, tan it, and have it made into his standard, to warn others of the perils of betrayal.

After that, the monk ordered someone to bring a tray of needles. The method he was going to use to apply the mana talisman tattoo was not the same as the modern method of getting a tattoo. Instead, the monk would be piercing these needles into the recipient’s body, one by one. Compared to the modern method of using a tattoo machine, this method was much more painful. Royal Monk Lum brought over two futons and asked Juan and Mona to kneel on top of them. “For the love locker, the male will get the tattoo on his chest, while the female will receive the tattoo behind her neck. This will ensure that the couple lives a long and happy life together. Are you two ready?”

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.

He’s jittery. He tries to reach out for his cup of coffee, but then his big sleeve gets in the way and makes it spill all over the table. However, that’s not the worst thing that happened. His sleeve rolls back, revealing a very vivid tattoo—a tattoo that I have too. The phases of the moon. The insignia of Sangria Amori, the mark of Royals, known by everyone. Morgan glares at the tattoo. Then he slowly looks up at us. At me.

"We're mates, baby. It means we belong together." Noreen noticed the small tattoo behind Thiery's ear: a black moon in the center of a circle of standing wire. She felt behind her own ear. "That tattoo?" Noreen asked. "My mark? I don't even remember anything about it." Thiery's face darkened, just for a moment. "I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You."

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p