Chinese Dragon Forearm Tattoo Novels & Stories

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

In the left portion of his chest, lies a blue dragon that was emitting fire from its mouth. It looks much like a tattoo to me, except that, it was moving. The mark on his chest is moving! His tattoo fascinated me so much, I had to stop myself from touching it. "What was that?!" I exclaimed when another set of marks appeared on his chest along with the dragon. The mark shows two swords crossing against each other behind the blue glowing creature. "This is the mark of prophecy, the dragon symbolizes the fated savior, and this two crossing swords behind it, symbolizes us, your guardians."

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

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

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.

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—

When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the "classic Joan Jett look, but with longer hair." I said, "That's the ticket." Then came the tattoo. Li has no tats but I wanted to add something distinctive and memorable, so I gave her some dramatic choices for temporary art. She picked a dragon, a skinny Chinese dragon with a snakelike body that was in a loose coil, done in red. We started with the tale between her breasts, writhed around her torso twice as it moved down her body with great detail low on her belly. The head was directly over her slit, like it was bending forward so the two halves of her jaw we goi

He stopped. Out on the open air alone, in the darkness that was slowly emerging and filling the day, he saw a man trying to remove his flat tire with a spanner so he could replace it with a fairly air-filled tire. He was sweating in the cold and Blackwheel could notice it as he stared at the collar of his leather jacket. The man was well-built and very solid on the ground. He had a beard that ran from his right chin to his left chin, even, unequal. Each part of his arm was tattooed with an image of the Chinese dragon that tormented the ancient city of the golden age. There was the tooth of the dragon, including a short depiction of its claws, slightly below its wings.

His left arm was carved with symbols and shapes and the right arm was totally clear, not a single tattoo was visible. The most beautiful art was a Greek mythological dragon's head on his left chest that trailed down on the left arm then mixed with other tattoos, and a black rose just between the joint of his neck and shoulder. A shiny gold chain was hanging on his chest that made him look more sexy and delicious. It hurts to look at this marvelous man who is rotten and dangerous from the inside and kidnapped me and then tortured me every day. "Like what you see baby?" He smirked devilishly and leaned forward.

My body tingled, the pain on my butt cheek sending a jolting message to my brain. This time, he fully turned until he was staring at me. It was my turn to ogle him. Black and red ink ran the length of his arms, one sleeve extending to the outer side of his chest, and leaving his pectoral muscles bare. I traced the intricate design on that specific one, and when I made out an angry dragon swallowing the little red heart just right above his left rib cage, I knew damn well that any chances of redemption for this man were long gone. They were gone before decided to ink THAT onto his skin.