Dragon Back Piece Tattoo Novels & Stories

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

No one dared to blink for fear that they would miss an important moment. Drake’s form expanded and reshaped into a huge terrifying dragon. Scales covered every inch of his skin, the black onyx color absorbed the light with sharp brilliance. Dark green hues traced along his wings and spine, glowing faintly as though it was on fire. His wings unfurled with a powerful sweep, stirring dust and leaves, some of them had to squint to avoid dust from entering their eyes. Elaina gasped in awe, he was magnificent. He hung his wings in the air and the dust settled, then his eyes opened to stare at every one of them. Despite his size, his presence was not threatening. It was jaw dropping and made one w

Elder Neil said and smiled at him. “Can you tell us how old you are?” “Five,” Wynter replied. “And how did you merge with your dragon?” “He fell from the sky, he chased me and then he jumped into me,” Wynter said. “Without ceremony and not in the dragon realm?” “Huh?” Wynter said. “Did someone make the dragon mark on your back?” Wynter rarely wore a shirt and especially never on the island. His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question.

I bit my lip hard as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, using his hands to comb his hair backward. His back... fuck. His back was even hotter. My eyes caught the ink on his shoulder blade, a dragon, bold and coiled like it belonged there. Its wings stretched slightly down his spine, detailed with sharp lines and dark shading. It was a tattoo that looked alive, like it was watching me through him. Just below it, a long scar trailed down his lower back and curved slightly toward his waist. It was faded but deep. I wondered what caused such a huge scar.

My fingertips tingle where they rest against the cool mattress, the magic beneath my skin restless, like an animal pacing its cage. The dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades pulses with a life of its own, warmth spreading outward from the design in rippling waves. I reach back, tracing the outline I know by heart—the sinuous curve of tail, the spread of wings, the proud arch of neck. It feels different under my fingers, raised like a fresh brand rather than the decade-old ink it is.

She look at her weirdly as she chuckles,"What's gotten on you? And why are you acting strange about not letting anyone see on my back? You even asked about wether if I get tattooed or not. So tell me what's going on?" "There's a dragon symbol, and a dragon that has tattooed on you back. It's like a drawing or a painting to be exact. A dragon has painted on your back. Do you know about this? Where did you got tattooed?"Ysa asked as her heart was beating fast. 'No... I really saw the dragon's eyes blink... I know that my mind is not playing tricks on me... how come that there's a dragon that painted on her back?' Zelia chuckles not taking what she said seriously, "What are you talking about? A

Much like the man himself! Asides from the writing the tattoo looks like Something older, darker, heavier than anything I’ve ever seen. It snakes across his chest in a pattern that feels… almost alive. There’s a drawing of a serpent or is it a dragon?, its body curling and twisting in a perfect ouroboros on the left side of his torso, scales etched so finely I swear I could almost feel them under my fingertips. His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales.

He also told me where he buried her. “Why are you telling me about this story?” I asked curious more than being afraid of him. “Because you are going to be my twenty-second Daisy.” “But you can’t kill me.” He looked surprised that I read between the lines of his story. “Yes, I can’t kill you. You see my therapist told me to get someone to talk to and I met your grandfather. He—” “What did you feel when you kill them?” “Why?” The man chuckled, “You know what, let me tell you about the story of my tattoo!” He removed his shirt revealing a tattoo of a huge dragon on his arm. “This is Vrtra. He’s the dragon that caused drought to many nations on old—’

*Ember* We ended our conversation long after the sun rose. I sat back in my gaming chair and daydreamed about DracoK4u’s muscular physique, cold yet somehow warm blue eyes, and the intricate dragon tattoo I’d seen peeking over his shoulder. I wondered if it extended all the way across his back. I’d have to ask him to show me next time. The dragon clock on my desk smiled at me, a wooden dragon curled around a round-faced clock. I picked it up, running my hand over the warm wood as I thought about running my hands over DracoK4u’s chest.