Draco Gun Tattoo Novels & Stories

All of them had a ferocious dragon tattooed on their backs. Scarlett also took off her red jacket. Her spaghetti-strap dress revealed the huge head of a dragon with its mouth agape on her back, and it was fear-inducing. The onlookers held their breath in fright. Although they did not know what the Dragon League was or who Drake was, the scene before them was awe-inspiring. Drake? The Dragon League? Rex felt his mind buzzing. Ordinary people might not know who Drake was, because so many years had passed, but everyone in Jenaire City's underworld knew this name from the moment they entered.

Drake stated, which made the prince stumble and be shocked. He aimed the gun toward Drake, but Emily controlled it and let it seek the prince. He was trembling, afraid and anxious. “A-Alpha...” Y-you’re just nothing! “He growled. Drake laughed devilishly, and suddenly, his eyes turned blood red—the devil’s eye. “Touch my son; aim a gun; you’ll see hell; meet my demon and die mercilessly.”

Scarlett’s POV Draco rose early these days, always before me and always bare chested, moving slowly around the room like he was putting up a show for me. At first, I tried not to, I stayed still with my eyes half closed in a fake sleep. But I watched him anyway, every morning. There was something about the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin as he stretched, the scars on his back that I wanted to trace with my fingertips. The tattoo ink that curled along his spine like a serpent, the way he usually stood at the window looking at the grounds.

She coldly raised her eyes. Draco nodded and locked the door behind. "I also have my suspicions, but she'ld be stupid to try anything funny." "Are you also underestimating her? Leonardo can't seem to look past her body or whatever shit he's obsessed with!" She gritted as Draco took off his formal jacket. The triskeles tattoo which all the Kelions had peeked above the collar of his black shirt, on his neck region. "You can't really blame him though. She's a real looker.... But she won't catch me off guard." He promised as his tie went off next.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

Drake said to no one in particular. Drake looked at the tattoo of two wings in the shape of a human heart permanently etched on the left side of his chest, just above his heart. "I never heard about this Drake. If a dragon has a human Mate, they never leave a tattoo. Are you sure that your mate is a human? Only creatures of equal power will be able to leave a mark like this. If she left her mark on your heart, that means you liked that girl before the drug took over. If she is a human, then she would have died with the way you lost control over yourself" his friend Mason's words ring in his head.

As they entered the final courtyard, three figures rushed toward Adrian, but they were swiftly subdued by the Draco Force and collapsed to the ground. The seventh-grade men knelt before Adrian, trembling uncontrollably, unable to move or speak. "It appears to be you three," Adrian remarked, lifting the constraints on them. "What brings you to our establishment?" inquired the leader. The man’s upper body was exposed, revealing a black dragon tattoo adorning his back. Unlike the vibrant tattoos on Thalia, this one appeared crude and cheap.

Draco admitted truthfully. "What's your name, little one?" Draco asked him. "Finn," Finlay said pointing his finger at himself as he looked at Draco with keen interest. Little toddler's eyes zeroed at Draco's tattoos and he watched them with sheer curiosity. Draco watched as the kid let his guard down and gaped at his inky skin. "You can touch if you want," He murmured and the kid looked at him but didn't make any move. Draco gave him a small reassuring smile which caused his eyes to widen and he slowly yet hesitantly stepped closer before lightly poking the ink on his arm.

Darius shot his brother a scathing look, but Draven didn't flinch. “What tattoo?” Darius pressed, his voice cold. I wiped off the tears hastily and cleared my throat as I forced myself to speak. I needed to save him. “They normally have a red bird tattoo. The man I saw had it, if he's one of them he would have the tattoo behind his ears,” I answered. Darius frowned and stared at his guards, giving them a curt nod. I watched as they searched my father, yanking his head to the side and pulling at his collar for any sign of a tattoo but there was nothing.