Chinese Dragon Forearm Tattoo Novels & Stories

His toned abs, muscular shoulders, chiselled arms and slender waist make him more sexier and add to the beauty God has given him. He was alluring. All male and testosterone. His right arm was tattooed with a beautiful Dragon. I was captivated by it as I acted on impulse, reaching up to trace the scintillating ink. I traced the fluently contour dragon style of his muscles and tendons, down to his arm. Going further to trace its flaming mouth, caressing the white shades that accentuate the sinewy lines of the muscular dragon's body. Its beauty was unique and it fitted the man perfectly. He held my wrist, stopping me. I could only guess my touch affected him. "What are you doing?" He asked.

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

I bit my lip hard as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, using his hands to comb his hair backward. His back... fuck. His back was even hotter. My eyes caught the ink on his shoulder blade, a dragon, bold and coiled like it belonged there. Its wings stretched slightly down his spine, detailed with sharp lines and dark shading. It was a tattoo that looked alive, like it was watching me through him. Just below it, a long scar trailed down his lower back and curved slightly toward his waist. It was faded but deep. I wondered what caused such a huge scar.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

It was a dragon over a vampire cross and a wolf in the yin yang shape. I looked at my father who told me to go over to the still water and look at my chest. I walked to the water he pointed to and looked down. My chest held a yin yang the same as Jax's. He really is my true mate. I was staring at the water when I felt this goddess awful pain in my finger. I looked at my finger and saw a tattoo forming. Confused and worried I looked to my father, for answers, he was smiling and shaking his head. I looked back to my finger and it was a band like a ring but it was on my middle finger.

Each man wore the mark. Different symbols etched into skin: a serpent coiled around a sword on the left forearm of one, twin wolves snarling beneath a bleeding moon on the wrist of another, a skeletal crown on the palm of a third, and a phoenix swallowing its own tail just above the elbow of the last. Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood.

CHAPTER 11 The Dragon pulled out the toy from inside me with force as he threw it to the ground he ran his fingers through his hair as he paced the room. He utters curse words as he takes a few swings of punches to the far wall. He's acting as if I tainted him with my virginity like I'm some kind of wild animal that just gave him rabies yet here I am still hanging up by my arms that I haven't been able to feel for Quite some time now my legs are also numb and are still chained and spread wide open.

Then he looked at the fourth one and just waited. The fourth one stepped back. Smart. The referee rang the bell. The crowd went loud. The man stood in the middle of it all, chest rising and falling, sweat gleaming under the lights, and looked completely unbothered. Like he had just taken a short walk. Then I saw his forearm. The tattoo. Dark ink, detailed, curling up from his wrist toward his elbow. A dragon, scales and lines I could actually make out now in the better light. My breath left my body.

Her face was flushed, her skin dripping with sweat as she took off the last bit of her clothes, throwing the crimson leather dress aside until it pooled on the floor, leaving just her clean, colored fur tracing her silhouette. As the fabric fell away completely, the dim light caught the intricate dark ink stretching across her skin—the sharp, unmistakable lines of a two-headed dragon, its coils wrapping tightly around a massive, lethal sword carved right down the center of its form. The tattoo was a violent, beautiful testament to exactly who she was and what she had survived to claim this throne.

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.”