Dragon Tattoo On Chest Novels & Stories

The mark of the pack sitting right above his bicep. My favorite tattoo is the little skull on his chest, a serpent appears to be inside it, the detail is impeccable. The manner in which his chest lift's and falls controllably is fascinating, almost as much as how his chest glistens I want to trail my- “Where did you go?” He demands.

Much like the man himself! Asides from the writing the tattoo looks like Something older, darker, heavier than anything I’ve ever seen. It snakes across his chest in a pattern that feels… almost alive. There’s a drawing of a serpent or is it a dragon?, its body curling and twisting in a perfect ouroboros on the left side of his torso, scales etched so finely I swear I could almost feel them under my fingertips. His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

He tightened his grip as he asked, "So what?!" I don't know what to say, so I gave up and kept laid there...Relishing the solace in his arm. The heavy layers of muscle in his arm flaunted out as he put a bit of pressure while holding me. His muscly arm was covered in tribal tattoo...Then my eyes fall on his firm chest...covered in dragon tattoo... To retain myself occupied I draw on his broad chest with my index finger along with the edge of the dragon tattoo... My hand stopped as I reached near the uneven portion of his chest...it seemed like a wound...but healed long ago...

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.

Mayeli bit on her lower lips as she watched the movement of his flexing muscles as he arranged the pillows, oblivious of her presence. Gosh, he was so beautiful. Her eyes trailed his tall frame, and his well-built legs. He had a dragon tattoo on one, while the other was left bare. There were a few tattoos on his arms too, but she couldn't make out what they were since his arms were moving. She felt her cheeks flamed as the image of his bare chest came into play in her mind. He had scribbled her name in bold letters on his left breast and drawn a heart in the middle of his chest. The rest of his body was bereft of ink.

Chase gave the order and Quinn, Hannah, and Hamish ran toward Edward and Otis. As for Chase, he went straight for Douglas. He wanted to find out what exactly about Douglas that bothered him so much. Could it be just as he guessed and Douglas also possessed the blood of the true dragon? The look in Douglas' eyes turned dark as he watched Otis, who was protecting him, forced away by the enemy. Douglas came to a decision and went straight toward Chase. He did not evade or hide from the attack. Douglas tore up his shirt and revealed a vivid tattoo of a white tiger on his chest.

Drake said to no one in particular. Drake looked at the tattoo of two wings in the shape of a human heart permanently etched on the left side of his chest, just above his heart. "I never heard about this Drake. If a dragon has a human Mate, they never leave a tattoo. Are you sure that your mate is a human? Only creatures of equal power will be able to leave a mark like this. If she left her mark on your heart, that means you liked that girl before the drug took over. If she is a human, then she would have died with the way you lost control over yourself" his friend Mason's words ring in his head.

"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

He was shirtless and standing in the doorway, stepping in and closing it behind him while he watched me. I titled my head at him and bit my bottom lip as I felt the heat in his gaze but my attention was securely on the mark on his chest, squarely over his heart. It was once again swirls of green, silver, black with a dragon in flight over a full moon. It wasnt as abstract as Kane’s was, a little more clear and more dragon centric as well. It was beautiful.