Dragon Tattoo For Men Novels & Stories

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

I asked, enjoying the feeling of Dante’s touch. “They went to the main house to make sure everything was progressing the way it should be, and that all the necessary items were brought here. I drew the short straw, or the best straw.” I went over to the shower bench and sat back down. All I could do was stare at Dante. Dante was about 6’5” tall, he is slightly shorter than the triplets and Benji, but not by much, he has long, lean legs with well-defined quads and calves. Dante has golden brown eyes with flecks of green, he has broad shoulders, and strong biceps. Dante has eight-pack abs, and his hip bones stick out just a little bit. He’s not skinny, he has great muscle tone, but he could us

This must be the feared dungeon, it's used to hold the cruelest offenders. “He has been placed in an inner cell, so we'd walk for a bit.” Soon we got to a strong door made of silver and it was opened using many locks. A young man with dark clothes covering everywhere but his face is chained to the wall. His hands are chained apart as well as his feet. Blood dripped from his battered body but there was a cold and unyielding look in his eyes. Immediately Alpha Donald caught sight of him, he seemed intrigued and went closer. Tearing his shirt off his chest to reveal a large dragon tattoo.

I just needed to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. "Oh sorry. Where are my manners?" He apologized, "My name is Dante Gonzalez, the founder of the Serpent Mafia" he said pulling his sleeve up and showing his dragon with a crown tattoo. My eyes quickly widened as I recognized the tattoo. We had been warned about this gang lots of times in our police training. I never even thought they were real. "You looked surprised" he said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I don't bite. Ain't that right, Miyuki?" he asked his cat.

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.