Dragon Back Piece Tattoo Novels & Stories

I think he's seen this before. Drake was determined to make sure, before June realized he was seeing all this. With his dragon eye, Drake traced every inch of June's skin that he could see and to Drake's surprise, when he saw the dragon mark hidden in the skin on June's back. It was a sign formed when a woman had slept with a dragon. And that mark, is not a sign of carelessness, it is a mark of the Dragon King. Drake widened his eyes. If that was the case, could it really be that Drake had slept with June before? Drake slept with many women during his life, he found it difficult to remember one by one.

As I make my way down his neck and to his collar bone with my lips, a glimps of a tattoo that moves down his back catches my attention. Rin turns to the left to look at the place that is currently holding my interest before his gaze rises to meet my eyes. “I have a tattoo of a dragon that runs along my back.” His husky voice relays to me just as he lifts himself so he can capture my lips with his own, his fingers digging in to tangle with my curly locks.

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

She had a grim and frustrated look as she scrubbed his chest and the long dragon tattoo that ran up from his shoulder to his chest. It seems like she was fascinated by it as she ran her hands through the tattoo several times wondering if it wasn't painful when it was drawn. Although she had bathed him a few times already, it was her first time seeing that tattoo. Obviously, she didn't pay attention and tried to look away from his chest those times. Now that she has seen this tattoo, she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was a black dragon that looked so scary and yet beautiful and somewhat cute. Haha. You might be wondering, how on earth was a dragon cute? Well, it can be, after all,

There was a smile on my face and a feeling of joy in my heart that I’d never felt while I was awake. In my dream, I was free to do whatever I wanted to, including taking a closer look at his tattoos. I got lost, tracing the dragon that started at the small of his back, wrapped around one of his shoulders, across his neck, and down to his chest with its tongue of flames ending somewhere on his pec.

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.

The defined ridges of his shoulders and trapezius muscles stood out, evidence of his strength and physique. Even If it wasn’t my first time, I was always drawn to the tattoo there. It was a mesmerizing blend of art. A majestic dragon’s head dominated his upper back, its scales shimmering like diamonds in the soft light. The dragon’s body curled around his lower torso, its tail snaking down to his lower back where it merged with a Celtic knot pattern. The tattoo always seemed to come alive when his muscles flexed as it did now. His long dark hair fell around his shoulders, water droplets clinging to the strands, wet locks contrasting against his bronze skin.

Then, with one small jump, Draco threw himself into the lake. The power of Albus, the White Dragon in the lake water, became a medium for the other dragons' magic stones power to be absorbed into Draco's body. The process of fusing dragon magic energy into Draco's body was perfect. The color of the lake changed and blended beautifully as the dragon's magic energy flowed into Draco's body. There were tattoos with a new color on Draco's body in ancient rune characters. On his back was written in draconic characters for every type of dragon that has been encountered, namely Fire Breath, Green Forest, Silver Metal. The three dragons' power gave color and strengthened the heart of Jergintarth's r

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

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