Book Dragon Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

She had seen the neatly inked two sleeping heads of dragon too, on his back. It was the symbol of the one who was the Leader of all. “ A three headed dragon...” Ana blurted out, feeling her heart starting to beat faster. With this, she pulled her hand out of his grip and stumbled back feeling betrayed all over again. “ That was the symbol of THE LEADER! ” Ana chuckled out in disbelief and turned her back at him, pushing her hairs back. Beast clenched his hands into fists, staring at her back and moved past her, leaving to the door of the room, as she kept standing at the same spot, staring at the tattoo covering his back.

Emmeline obeyed, and the sensation of his hands gently washing her shoulders and back made her melt. But as she turned, she caught sight of his reflection in the massive mirrored wall beside the tub. Emmeline's breath hitched. She spun back around, reaching out before she could stop herself. "Turn around," she demanded softly. Zavian raised an eyebrow but indulged her, turning his broad back to her. Emmeline stared in absolute awe. Spanning the entire width of his muscular back was a breathtaking tattoo of a dragon. It was intricately detailed in deep obsidian ink with subtle shading that made the scales look three-dimensional.

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.

Or rather I say, on my arm, since I'm wearing a white sleeveless nightie. “Your seal. It’s visible.” My sister said as she looks at my arms. I turn my gaze upon what she’s looking at and there I saw the symbols on my both arms. A ruby red dragon with merlot lining is visible on my left, which is a symbol of Alaric. While an arctic blue dragon with cerulean lining on the right which came from Audra. These dragon tattoos on my arms stand are my seal. Because of what happened before, we’ve agreed to put a seal on me since I can barely feel nor use my power.

He was shirtless and standing in the doorway, stepping in and closing it behind him while he watched me. I titled my head at him and bit my bottom lip as I felt the heat in his gaze but my attention was securely on the mark on his chest, squarely over his heart. It was once again swirls of green, silver, black with a dragon in flight over a full moon. It wasnt as abstract as Kane’s was, a little more clear and more dragon centric as well. It was beautiful.

Garren lifted his arm, reaching for the back of his shirt as he pulled it over his head. I forgot how to breathe as I took in Garren's bare chest. His muscles flexed with each movement sending heat to my core. My heart skipped a beat as I was gifted the full view of his tattoo. A dragon sat on each shoulder, their tails wrapping around his biceps as they breathed fire toward his heart. Words and symbols of a different language were woven into the scales of each dragon. My fingers twitched, and the overwhelming need to run my fingers over the intricate designs had me curling my fingers into fists and taking a step back.

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

“Did anyone tell you about my new dragon tattoo?” “Dragon tattoo?” Saint frowned, shaking his head. His gaze flicked to the open buttons of his shirt as if trying to see something and Yves smiled internally. “Yes, my dragon tattoo. It’s a new one I just recently had.” He traced the dragon’s head of the bracelet. “It’s so similar.” Saint beamed his scent spiking. His eyes sparkled as he asked, “Is that a good thing?” “Yes,” Yves whispered. “It’s a thoughtful gift.”

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.