Dragon Back Piece Tattoo Novels & Stories

His back was towards her and she was rendered speechless. The dark ink that marked the muscles on his back had her unmoving as she ogled at his back with wide eyes. A dragon. There was a dragon tattoo on his back, the head of the dragon inked expertly on his neck. His muscles tensed under her gaze as he slowly turned around. Her big ocean eyes gaped at him. Her eyes lingered on his hard muscular chest and then those perfectly carved abs. The brush of trimmed hair on his chest. He was just in his sweats.

I opt for another half-truth instead. “Ah that, well it's a dragon tattoo I've had for some time now.” “Wow really? Can I see the rest of it?” He is almost giddy, and I see a little of the childlike excitement he used to show so rarely. “Well not all, because it reaches from my heart, all around me in a spiral to finish on my hip so can only show you below my chest.” I admonish him, he looks disappointed but there is a cheeky twinkle in his eye too and I realise that, being a guy, he really wanted to see it all.

"It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear

Dragon asked “Now!.” Xander said. “Okay princess, come and sit here!”. Dragon beacon on me. I wanted to protest because I am scared of needles but once I saw the look on Xander’s face, I swallowed my words. I slowly made my way and sat on the seat. “Where should I draw the tattoo, on your back or neck?. Dragon asked me “On my back!.” I answered. I don’t want to see it and be reminded that I have a tattoo.

Covering my clavicle and upper part of my breast in front, and went down to the shoulder blade. The dragon was right in the center, in a defensive position, his red eyes holding a promise of death if you dared to approach, smoke coming out of his nostrils. He was surrounded by an intricate model. There were flames, stars, moon, swords, the mansion, treasures, and so on, all connected within ivy rings and curls. It climbed on my body fading at the edges. The mark was colorful and glowed slightly, making the illusion that the dragon was moving. It was pointless to try to cover it so I made a ponytail and headed to the kitchen.

It was the ink. A dragon, winding up from his chest, the tail curling along his ribs, the head climbing over his collarbone and stretching up the length of his left arm, almost entirely sleeved in intricate black and gray tattoo work. Scales, smoke, fire—details that felt as much like armor as art. This wasn't some impulsive drunken mistake. This was deliberate, meaningful. A story etched upon his skin. His throat, too, was fully covered in inked. And then—

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

She stood up and kick the middle pile of barrel that made it scattered and revealed her. Drakaina looks very happy when she saw the face she was looking earlier. “Finally, so you really want to live that bad, huh? Let’s just hope that you can at least put a scratch on me.” “Luck for you, I’m not just thinking of giving you a scratch,” Kadita said. Fierce as ever. “Bring it on, fish!” Drakaina quickly made two fire balls and attack Kadita as soon as she had the chance. With great flexibility, Kadita dodge to the left while she grabbed some sands in her hands and threw it to Drakaina that made her blinded.

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

You just never know what to expect. The bedroom door is open, so I just walk out. It doesn't take me long to find him. Surprisingly, he's awake. He's out in the balcony and smoking a cigarette. He's in his boxers. I can see his tattoo, clear as day. It's a dragon, why didn't I notice it before? Whoever designed it is a true artist. It's perfection. It's like the dragon's alive whenever he moves. It moves with him.