Draco Gun Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

The fate of his kind depended on it. Draco took a deep breath, the pain in his head still nagging at him as he stood up from the Jacuzzi. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his closet to don his war clothes. The black leather armor, decorated with silver studs, hung on a rack beside the door. He slid the shirt on first, feeling the leather creak as it molded to his body. Then he reached for the pants, the material thick and heavy, and strapped on his boots.

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

However, both men were covered in tattoos and muscles. Alpha Jace was a natural bleach blonde with freckles. He had such a baby face that he put a snake tattoo across his chest, around his neck and on his cheek. With working out for ten hours a day, he transformed his adolescence appearance to a bodybuilder in months. Jacob and I always wondered if he used any enhancers because of this.

Nicolae removes his lips from my neck and places gentle kisses along my jaw as I try to calm my breathing. Nicolae's POV: "Are you alright my love?" I whispered in Layla's ear as I planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. She shook her head yes in reply as she tried to steady her breathing. I hadn't intended on biting her as hard as I had and when she grabbed the back of my head curling my hair around her fingers I bit deeper. I look down and slowly rub my finger across the now fading bite mark on her neck and watch as it turns into a small faded symbol showing that she is mine. Layla shudders and lets out a gasp when I touch the mark and a smile spreads across my lips.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

But even so, the children managed to keep in mind the image of many of Professor Knudlac's tattoos. His arm was full of tattoos, of various sizes and shapes, in various hypostases, such as that in which some archers or spearmen killed ferocious monsters or quietly watched over surroundings, images of various non-mystical animals, such as bears, deer, wolves or ravens, but also of mystical animals such as the Phoenix bird, the rock dragon, the fire snake or even an ... ice dragon.

Green Dragon brought the tea to Draco and thanked him with a salute. Draco examined Green Dragon for a moment, then he also saluted and greeted, “You are Green Dragon, a Gate Master of Six Doors, right? Nice to meet you.” “That’s right, I used to belong to Six Doors, but now, I have joined the Dragun Squad. I am escorting Brother Tyr here under the Lord’s orders,” Green Dragon replied with a nod. “I am really grateful to you guys.” Draco lifted his cup and toasted Green Dragon with a cup of tea instead of wine.

Drank the left over juice on his table and then went back to sleep again. " Lady Liana! " his happy, excited voice startled me up from my dream. " yeah! " I stretched and yawned. " Here! How does it look?" He showed me an identity card. Draco's face was photo shopped into it. He looked like a Greek God. Flawless. The name read Drake Drakon. What the heck. "Why did you change his name? His name is Draco! " He looked at me with surprise. " Dragons have names as well? "

His dazzling blues watch each of my reactions and swallow them up whole heartily for as expected I am over the moon with delight and bountiful love for him. Then he clasps onto my wrist his thumb lingering upon my pulse and lays my palm flat over his beating heart against his tattoo. "Drahá." He beams down and my lips quiver a need to cry overwhelming me. This is the sweetest gesture anyone has ever done for me, he has printed 'me' into his skin for life. This proves just how much I mean to him body, heart, mind and soul. Drahá means beloved and this is why he chose the left side of his chest right above his heart as the location. "I had always kept this side untouched for I wanted to have y