Draco Gun Tattoo Novels & Stories

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

But for Raeherys they had none. “All is well, Your Grace,” replied Igryth. The scale tattoos on their arms and neck signified one of the old traditions in Draconos. However, it slowly faded as thousands of years had passed—forgotten. Only the people in Seagrad remained true to their tradition as they believed dragon tattoos symbolized their strength and vanity.

They started trembling all over. "T-They… They're immortals from the Novem Skies! I was taking revenge for us!" Drako explained. He had no idea why Isolde and Sylvara were angry. He took out the wyvern tattoo that had been carved from my waist, along with Noctis' Soul Gem. He held them out before the two women like he was offering them some kind of precious treasure. "Look, Lady Brimstone! Didn't you always praise the wyvern tattoo on Lucien's waist? The moment I captured him, I carved it right off!

“Shit!” “I keep telling you not to struggle, but your resilience is really impressive.” Startled to find his voice so close, I turned my head to find him leaning down to my height, his face inches away from mine. “You should know when to quit, farfalla, don’t get your wings torn off just yet.” Before I could understand what was going on, Draco had parted the robe from my shoulder slightly before his fingers lightly traced the butterfly tattoo on my shoulder that I had gotten when I was still a naïve sixteen year old girl.

KAEL. When I turned to Draco, the necklace was not around his neck anymore. Gunner was gripping it tightly, but before I could do anything to help him, Draco shifted, ripping his clothes apart and landing exactly on top of Gunner. I shifted back into my human form and grabbed the necklace from Gunner’s hand while Draco still had his teeth on the side of his shoulder, near his throat. One wrong move, and Draco could snap the vein on his neck, so the fucker stayed paralyzed under his hold.

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

Many other thugs from the side got up on their feet and looked at Draco cautiously. Draco simply put his finger on the trigger. “Hush!” Dane silenced his men immediately. He was afraid that Draco’s gun would misfire. “Can we use our words here?” Dane looked at Draco and said, “Put the gun down and we can talk.” He tried lowering himself to calm Draco down. “Old dog, you seem like a brutal man who doesn’t care about people’s lives. Who is this punk to you?” Draco asked as he pressed the gun harder on the young man’s head.

I want to be normal'' ''But you are not, and you will never be'' Tornak rolled up his sleeve and on the inside of his right arm was a dragon tattoo curled up with its wings forming an armour around it "This is the mark of the dragon, when your dragon lord is united with his dragon you will get yours and the fate will bring you six together, it always does, no two dragons have the same mark so you are only bound to those with the exact same mark as you do'' Sven rubbed at his right hand