Draco Gun Tattoo Novels & Stories

Killing a kill would have people after her when they found out. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Zarek do the same. She wondered who he could possibly be hiding from. Having only known him for nearly a week, she didn’t know much about his past but she hadn’t taken him for someone on the run. Zarek held himself with a grace and confidence, a sure sign of nobility. Perhaps he was an errant Lord’s son or an illegitimate heir coming to take what was his. Freja’s curiosity grew when she noticed a brief flash of a silver cuff around his thick wrist. Dragons were stamped into the metal that snaked around his wrist, glittering green jewels seen and gone in a flash embedded in the sides.

Jenny Anderson POV Dragon picked up a gun and jaw and refilled it before putting it in his waistband, allowing me to see the sharp V line. I'd be lying if I said that didn't excite me right now. His black shirt was short-sleeved so I could see his strong forearms as well as the tattoos on his body. "Maybe I should go to help get down the stairs." I went to open the door, and as usual Dragon closed it behind me.

Lucas maneuvered the car through the opening, and they sped toward the safety of the estate. The mansion was crawling with security when they arrived. Lucas stepped out of the car, his shirt torn and his knuckles bloody from the struggle. He didn't go inside. He pulled his head of security, Marcus, to the side immediately. "I saw a dragon tattoo on one of them," Lucas said, his voice a low growl. "Black ink, a dragon wrapped around a dagger. Find out who they are. Now." "Yes, sir. We will cross-reference the database immediately," Marcus replied, his face grim.

The gun lay on the floor between us, the map on the screen flickered, and the toys waited in the corner. "Curiosity," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him so I could feel his arousal—a sharp, undeniable response to my gamble. "You're playing a very dangerous game with a man who has already decided to own you. You just kissed the man who holds the leash." "Then stop holding it," I challenged, though my voice wavered, "and let's see what happens." Draco’s eyes darkened, the pupils dilating until the blue was lost in the black. He scooped me up into his arms, ignoring the gun on the floor, and turned toward the center of the room.

“Drake said this room gets the best moonlight. I just had old wounds removed at a healing ward beyond the border, and I need moon energy to recover.” A shadow crossed my eyes. She was staying in the Alpha master bedroom Drake and I were supposed to share after the marking ceremony. The door opened again. Drake walked in carrying freshly hunted antelope meat and a bunch of moon orchids. When he looked at me, there was clear displeasure in his eyes. “What are you trying to do now?” His voice was low and accusing. “You already drove Scarlett away once. She is under our pack’s protection now, and this is her home.”

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

Alas, he kept thrusting ferociously because it made him feel good. ‘It’s the time for us to mark him!’ Duncan suddenly ordered, ‘make him ours, so his other mate can’t appear!’ ‘You’re right, old man…’ Drake agreed and bit his mate’s frail neck with his teeth. ‘I don't want to bite him too hard, I don't wanna make him lose too much blood…’ Drake stopped fucking Noah for a while, adoring a bite-mark tattooed on his mate's skin. ‘You look even hotter with that mark, Noah…’

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

I squint my eyes uncomprehendingly, what could he mean by I see? "This is because of Drake isn't it? " I look down and feel myself blushing. I begin to triturate the sleeves of my suit sign that the nervousness gains me. "No I don't see why you would say that. " "Don't lie to me, you took off the necklace you had around your neck, Drake's medallion. He would never part with it because it was a gift from his grandfather. But he gave it to you. Even Scarlett realized that. "

This place felt like a different world, far removed from our home, as well as servants and luxurious staff. We continued until we reached a massive steel door, its surface marked with the symbol of the Draconis Cor. The symbol of the Cult was a dragon eating its own tail, known as the Ouroboros. The symbol glinted faintly in the low light, a stark reminder of the Cult’s reach and influence. I glanced at Luis, giving him a reassuring nod before turning to the door. I raised my hand and knocked five times, each sound echoing ominously through the empty halls.