Celtic Sword And Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

I whispered. The tattoo of the Aurora Sword in its dagger form slid up my leg and torso then down my arm. It materialized in my hand. I sliced my finger and dripped the blood on the page. The blood turned into a pair of pink wings with a black and white sword crisscrossed through them. "I'm glad we have a deal. We will send reinforcements to your territories edge to keep The Grange at bay." Archer stood. "It is nice to have met you... You know, I didn't get your name."

It was the ink. A dragon, winding up from his chest, the tail curling along his ribs, the head climbing over his collarbone and stretching up the length of his left arm, almost entirely sleeved in intricate black and gray tattoo work. Scales, smoke, fire—details that felt as much like armor as art. This wasn't some impulsive drunken mistake. This was deliberate, meaningful. A story etched upon his skin. His throat, too, was fully covered in inked. And then—

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

The wind swept up his smoky white hair from his forehead and I saw the purple triskelion guardian symbol glowed. Yep, he had leveled up. Oddly, he glanced at me with disappointment. “You are wrong, Kókkino. I do not have you as yet.” He lowered his hands and glanced at the mate mark on my neck. Gold outlined the mark of a red wolf sitting inside a full Sturgeon moon, biting a sword, with a Celtic Dara knot on its forehead and a Claddagh ring crowning her head. Naturally, her side bore Valen's initials, VVW.

I tried to compose myself before looking in his direction again. I looked back at him to already being watched by me intensely. His eyes were the most beautiful contrast I have ever seen, ocean blue with green specks at the surface. I shamelessly drooled over him, until I realized I was too late. I lowered my gaze to his chest only to witness a tattoo, a tattoo of a dragon forging from the fire; on the other side just where the heart resides, written Selene in bold capital letters. I looked away, feeling a pang jealousy from a complete stranger, all the wolves were bowing in front of us, not before us, but...

Slowly, she rolled back the sleeve of her outfit. This time, her voice sounded far steadier. “The people who are truly loyal to the Devereux family...” Her eyes lowered toward the tattoo marked on her arm. A sword encircled by a massive dragon, the intricate design carved in stunning detail around the hilt. She revealed it clearly for everyone to see. “...would never forget their own oath.” Not a single person spoke. Then slowly, the old man who had challenged her earlier lowered his head first. One person followed.

“That may be so, but how long has it been since there was a dragon rider? Tana said it’s been centuries.” I watch as Avani thinks this over. “So, how did you get that…what is it? A tattoo? A burn?” Ishir asks. I watch as Cedric runs his hand down the image of me on his chest. He looks at me again as he answers Ishir. “When Tana finally submitted to me, she blew her fire onto me, and this was the result. It’s the mark of a dragon rider, right Tana?” “It is. When a dragon is claimed, they use their element to mark their rider with the symbol of their image over their heart. It identifies what type of dragon they claimed and marks them as a dragon rider.”

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.

As if able to understand the meaning of his words,the light around the dragon egg shone brighter,the mythical runes and mysterious characters dazzled brighter. Seeing this, Alexander only grew fonder.Then, using the same method as Chaos ring,he dripped a few drops of blood onto the dragon egg,as the drops of fresh blood meld into the dragon egg,a bright-golden light burst out as it flew into Alexander body and a dragon tattoo appeared on his chest.

’ Drel says in my mind and I feel her laughter throughout my body. When I look at her, I notice a glowing crescent moon on her brow and her eyes sparkle like sapphires. “Look at your wrist,” her voice magnifies and echoes in the surrounding space. I look down, turning my wrist and what looks like a Celtic dragon tattoo and leafy vine encircle my arm. The vine has the same quality as Raff’s tattoos and I suspect it comes alive under octarine light. She smiles and says, “It looks like my spell couldn’t decide what was stronger so it blended a fae mark with the witch one.”