Dragon Tattoo For Men Novels & Stories

"Yes, listen here Andrei. Those guys chased us around town and I'm exhausted. I don't think I can run anymore. Can we do this another day? I'll even tell you where to meet us and you can come with more men" Good Lord, she wants to schedule our murder? I chance a look at the Viking. The corner of his mouth twitches as if he's amused but I've met him before. This man is not amused. Or maybe I'm wrong. He crosses his arms over his chest, his muscles rippling under the black t-shirt he's wearing. I still can't tell what the tattoos covering his arms mean. Not that I want to know. I'm just curious as to why he would need so many. Dante doesn't have a single one. As a made man, that is a rarity. "

Don’t tell me, they actually got one of their men to work with the lights…to give a dramatic effect? That’s absolute cringe! The man stands before us, a sinister smirk on his tattooed bald head, almost similar to Suho’s. only that they have a huge difference in race. He isn’t Korean. None of them are. Then wh- Before I can even complete the thought, my eyes fall on the tattoo mark on the man’s head, and this time I actually take a good look. It’s not the bleeding Dragon like Suho’s. It’s something else. It’s a huge ass Scorpion.

God, the man was talkative. His eyes widened slightly, but he tried to recover. “I’m just saying—” I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him toward me. His black tie slipped under my hand. His face drained of color as he realized he couldn’t talk his way out of my grip. And then I saw what I was looking for: the corner of a red dragon tattoo peeking from under his cuff. “Funny,” I said quietly. “I didn’t think you’d wear that in the open.”

“No. If Sienna still sent you here despite our warning then you may as well come in.” I nodded and took a step into the room, aware of the smell of men. Axe body spray and sweat. The only men I have been close to are my father's and my brothers. Everyone knew you didn't mess with the daughter of a Capone. This men had no idea who I was. “I want a tattoo.” “Figured. What do you want?” I looked at the guy that was on the table, the intricate design of a dragon on his back. It looked beautiful, free.

I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that he was stroking his already hard cock. “I didn’t say that. It’s just.” I dropped my hands to watch what he was doing. Heat coiled low in the pit of my stomach, making me ache for him. “It’s just no one’s ever tattooed their skin with my name.” “The dragons wear your marks, I thought it was only fitting.” He said, his breath hitching as I blew a warm breath over the head of his dick. When he said it like that, I could understand why he would want my name on his body. My demon may seem like a bad boy, but deep down, he was a sweetheart. Looking for someone that would accept him and all that he could give them.

He had a green dragon tattoo which made him look much more intimidating. The dragon tattoo alone would unnerve many. “Get lost…” James’ face darkened. Thea was still barely conscious. She opened her eyes and saw the men blocking their path. “What’s going on, honey?” She spoke with a sultry voice. It was smooth and alluring. “I’m here, honey,” A man said with a laugh and walked toward her. James lifted his leg and kicked him. He went straight for his crotch. “Argh!” The man clutched his crotch and cried out in pain. Then, he collapsed to the ground and lay there motionless.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

Darius shot his brother a scathing look, but Draven didn't flinch. “What tattoo?” Darius pressed, his voice cold. I wiped off the tears hastily and cleared my throat as I forced myself to speak. I needed to save him. “They normally have a red bird tattoo. The man I saw had it, if he's one of them he would have the tattoo behind his ears,” I answered. Darius frowned and stared at his guards, giving them a curt nod. I watched as they searched my father, yanking his head to the side and pulling at his collar for any sign of a tattoo but there was nothing.

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

Dimitri threatened him with killer eyes. A loud laugh erupted in the air. “No wonder you looked very familiar. Dimitri Castellan you do not scare me. I have lived far longer than you could imagine and I have encountered many other of your lycan kind back in my years, and they all thought they could out match me, they were wrong." The red dragon countered confidently. "I'm going to have a lot of fun killing you, blood Alpha." He added, disrespectfully. He began undoing his shirt, revealing a long set of tattoos and drawings, running all around his body. From his back up to his neck. It was a tattoo of a red dragon.