Dragon Back Piece Tattoo Novels & Stories

The memory reel fast forwarded to a particular forest where a bald girl with a dark black Dragon tattoo etched on her scalp, was left alone in the creepy place. The most striking part of the Dragon tattoo was that, it had a small pearl between its fangs. That pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ !! Woah !! The scene shifted to the bald girl trying to help out a cute, innocent boy from falling into a waterfall and throwing away a snake with a laugh when the boy pouted, evidently horrified. His green eyes were mesmerizing. Familiar but breathtakingly beautiful. Awww. They looked so cute and perfect together.

I tried to compose myself before looking in his direction again. I looked back at him to already being watched by me intensely. His eyes were the most beautiful contrast I have ever seen, ocean blue with green specks at the surface. I shamelessly drooled over him, until I realized I was too late. I lowered my gaze to his chest only to witness a tattoo, a tattoo of a dragon forging from the fire; on the other side just where the heart resides, written Selene in bold capital letters. I looked away, feeling a pang jealousy from a complete stranger, all the wolves were bowing in front of us, not before us, but...

He folded his toned forearms under his chin, giving Emmeline an enticing view of the massive dragon tattoo that spanned the broad expanse of his muscular back. The intricate black ink seemed to shimmer and move as if it were alive. The dragon's eyes glinted with a preternatural intelligence as they stared back at her. A slight tremor went through Emmeline's body at the mesmerizing sight before her. This was the first time she was truly getting an unobstructed view of the breathtaking tattoo in its entirety. She found herself utterly transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the lifelike image. Zavian's firm, sculpted ass was also on full display in this tantalizing position. The dark ink

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

Emmeline obeyed, and the sensation of his hands gently washing her shoulders and back made her melt. But as she turned, she caught sight of his reflection in the massive mirrored wall beside the tub. Emmeline's breath hitched. She spun back around, reaching out before she could stop herself. "Turn around," she demanded softly. Zavian raised an eyebrow but indulged her, turning his broad back to her. Emmeline stared in absolute awe. Spanning the entire width of his muscular back was a breathtaking tattoo of a dragon. It was intricately detailed in deep obsidian ink with subtle shading that made the scales look three-dimensional.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

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

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

until she noticed her shoulder, not covered with the sleeveless shirt she was wearing to bed. There was a dragon tattoo on her shoulder! Black dragon tattoo! And the skin around it was red and sore. Come to look at it closer, it was actually Henry’s dragon form tattoo! How did he pull this off while she was sleeping? Not even changing from her PJ’s, she headed to the kitchen, towards the sound of conversation, and there they were, Henry standing in front of the kitchen counter pouring coffee in three mugs and seated at the kitchen island a girl, not much older than herself. They were laughing at something Henry said before they turned to Elizabeth when her footsteps indicated her presence.