Book Dragon Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Dragons were one of the few shifters known to leave a tattoo like head that matched that of our dragon. I had only seen it on my mother a few times. It was very light, but Odessa’s seem to grow darker and darker by the hour. In fact, several dragons in the tribe had dark marks. Maybe it was because my father was an alpha and my mother’s descended blood from several generations ago might have been a factor for the lightly colored tattoo because I had seen no others with the same.

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Unfortunately, it only managed to make things worse. On his eighteenth birthday, he was gifted with a large back tattoo. It was a dragon. It took up his entire back and one of the mythical creature’s claws extended on the back of his neck. He loved it. It was powerful and sexy, and he felt as mythical and untouchable as that dragon himself. His father told him that it was the symbol of their family. He didn’t understand what that meant then. And what it would mean for him in the future. ***

It was not hard to see why other girls fell effortlessly for him. Xander pulled off the towel exposing his butt from behind. I didn't know if he was deliberately moving in slowly or if it was me who was paying keen attention to everything he was doing. It was very mesmerizing to watch his every move. Xander's back had a tattoo of something hard to describe, whether it was a serpent or a dragon because of the wings. It seems more like how Chinese people describe their dragons. It was drawn purely with black ink giving it a mysterious vibe. The dragon tattoo was up to his neck, it looked like it was crawling on his back. The artist was very good that the tattoo looked like it was realistic and

He’s wearing a large black coat and when he raises his left hand to run it through his hair an eye-catching tattoo appears, it’s a dragon tattoo coiled around his wrist. It's head resting on the inside of his palm while its tail is wrapped around his wrist, and the entire snaky body is covered in flames of red. Tilting my head in wonder, I can’t help but stare at the tattoo until it disappears when he puts his hand back down. The colours of the tattoo are so vivid and bright that it almost looks like it was painted on his skin. Not seeing anything else that could tell me why I’m uneasy next to him, I turn away and settle further into my seat to concentrate on the music from my earbuds.

I lowered the glass of the window to see her glaring at me. "What do you want now?" "Get in." "What?" She almost shouted. "Are you really ordering me right now? You know next time you wanna talk to me, talk to me with respect. This tattoo ain't a fancy symbol." She pointed to the dragon painting on her arm. I chuckled. She was definitely trying to be her old self again. Except she never changed... "And what does that got to do with me?" "A dragon symbolizes dominance, strength, ambition, authority, dignity and capacity. And we prefer to live by our own rules, and despite that we've never failed. We're driven, unafraid of challenges and we're willing to take risk. We're respected and we're fe

He paused his ministrations on my neck and with one flick he stripped of his tee. "There, touch me." He groaned and I didn't want any further persuasion. My hands glided over his toned chest, running over the dragon tattoo. "Why is this for?" I asked, my fingertips grazing over the fire tattooed on his abdomen. He bit his lip. "It represents power and victory over bad. I had it engraved when I couldn't take any more of my step-mother's false accusations and controlling nature. I was feeling weak and I needed to feel something. I went to a party and got dunk and somehow landed up in a tattoo parlor. He decided to draw this a sign that I am powerful and can rise from ashes." He paused and grin

“I want wings, but not little ones…I want the top of them to be bones and the rest to be feathers..I want them to wrap around my legs and hips to my stomach…I also want them across the backs of my arms and in between them I want two white wolves facing each other…one with a blue dragon on its left shoulder and the other with a purple dragon on its chest…and each one is to have a gold crown above with sapphire gems in the crown above the wolf with purple dragon and dark purple gems in the crown above the wolf with the blue dragon on its shoulder.“ Elleanna said as she stretched out her arms so Red could do the work. “Oh that’s a sweet tattoo….” Red said with a smile before she started working

He smirked at her as he took another shot. "How do you know that?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Your tattoo, BT, uses a kind of sign that looks like a dragon bringing out fire from its mouth, I've heard of it," he replied with a simple shrug. Sage was still narrowing her eyes as she looked around him. "I don't see any tattoos, where are you from?" "Let's say no where" he shrugged again. She just shook her head and took a tiny cup then gulped it. She took the second one and banged it on the table before standing up.