Draco Gun Tattoo Novels & Stories

The large tattoo of a black bird etched on his chest as he lay on the floor bare and cold that day made her heart ache the most. It was shortly after her sixteenth birthday that Draco got the tattoo, right over his heart. The image of a Raven, the bird she was named after. He never admitted to anyone why he got the tattoo or what it meant but he didn’t really need to, it was clear for everyone to see— He marked his heart with her name. What else could it mean? She sighs and rolls out of her bed, her eyes red, heavy and burning. She reaches underneath her bed and pulls out a small box.

The kind of room that had no purpose and therefore no softness. Draco was on the far side of it. I registered him in pieces, the way you registered things when your body was already reacting before your mind had fully caught up. The shirt on the floor somewhere behind him. The shirtless back turned toward me broad and defined and covered, across the left shoulder and down the spine, with a tattoo that was not decorative. A dragon, rendered in black ink so detailed and so large that for a moment I simply looked at it the scales, the wingspan, the specific quality of something that had been inked not as art but as record. A testimony. This happened to me and I survived it and here is the mark

I replied calmly as she shot her deep stare at me and said “You gave her your dagger mark Draco….. you marked her as your SLAVE AND NOT AS YOUR MATE” I remained quiet for couple on minute, she was indeed correct, I did not gave jasmine as my Mate mark but I gave her a Slave mark…. Jasmine was attracting many men’s with her improving beauty, I was getting reckless to see men’s feeling with need to be with her, owning to this security I ended up giving Slave mark to Jasmine but I told her lie that I marked her as my mate, I marked her with a Dagger mark with a dragon encircling it, which is symbol representing Dragon slave, who is forbidden to be touched by any other than his master.

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

I grasped the back of Drac’s head and fused our mouths together as he slowly started to move. I didn’t know if I could last much longer. I tightened my core, ready to explode, when Drac stopped. Whimpering, I tried to force him to move. He refused to budge. He waited as he just kissed me slowly and then moved even slower. I groaned and drove my hips up to meet him. I started to spasm as he sped up his thrust. He contained my whimpers with his mouth as he started to slam even harder into me. My left hand fisted into his hair, as my right clawed at his back, and my legs wrapped around his waist. A moment later I saw the fourth of July as Drac and I came together. Our bodies were fused as one a

Erica and Kimberly turned to look at each other because they were confused. Draco brought out a gun from his cloth and pointed it at Alpha Damien. Kimberly had Erica screamed when they saw what Draco did. “Brother stop it, don't help the criminal, you're going to put yourself in trouble.” Erica said to her brother trying to stop him. Draco did not listen to her. They were all shocked Draco had a gun because only three people in the pack had such. “You must have sort a fortune to purchase that.” Alpha Damien said to Draco and smiled.

It was low and commanding. Draco obeyed without a word, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. Bryce’s pulse raced in his throat, but he couldn’t stop staring at the tattoo carved into Dom’s back. An intricate image of a woman’s face, beautiful and haunting, her eyes seeming almost alive against his skin. Maybe his wife? Cause' it looked nothing like Marcia. Bryce bowed quickly when he snapped back to reality, his hands trembling at his sides. “M-Master…” he whispered, barely able to form the word.

I panted heavily, trying to recover from the blow. “Come on. For Zak. For Rachel,’ I said to myself. I slowly rose to my feet, and tiptoed over to the cockpit. Facing the back of Drago’s neck, I saw a dragon tattoo, with its sharp, demoniac teeth pointing upwards towards his hair and a blaze of fire coming out of it. Whilst Drago was scrambling for the controls and pressing the red blinking buttons desperately, I grabbed his head and slammed it against the dashboard. Drago bellowed in pain. Suddenly, the helicopter jolted. The rotor blades stopped spinning.

The tattoo Jasper and I had on our necks was drawn boldly on the lid of the box. “We have found in Jasper. Hurry! Let’s get this to Alpha Draco…” “Not so fast.” My heart skipped a beat and when I looked up, I saw Ragnar staring down at me with a smirk on his face. “I believe I made a deal with Draco,” He said sinisterly. “Now, if you don’t mind, hand over the box and the other pieces of the Amulet…”

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