Drogon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Deeper. León's breath caught at the sound of the voice in his head. “A tattoo?” Draco tilted his head, and a flicker of something like amusement crossed his features. He gestured again and waited. The choice hung in the air. The others had marked him with teeth and claws and seed. Draco was offering something permanent, something that would last beyond the aches and the bruises. León looked at the needle, then the ink before he looked into those silver eyes that held no pressure.

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

I said. He grabbed his iPad and turned it on, swiped a few times, and handed it over to me. This was it. It was exactly the kind of tattoo I saw. A dragon, a rather small one, was curled up weirdly and he seemed to have three wings and three legs and it was spitting fire. “This is it. It is exactly what I saw.” I said.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

I asked, annoyed. He scratched the back of his neck and for some reason I followed his hand and saw the tattoo on his neck. It's a Butterfly! I just remembered that bitch Annalise had one like that too. So he's a member of the butterfly gang. My day got even worse! Good thing they don't know me. Should I get a Dragon tattoo? And "eat" that little butterfly! What am I thinking. So annoying! "Oh, I'm sorry pretty lady. I was in a hurry. By the way, I'm Adrian Regalado." He introduced himself smiling and extended his hand.

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.

Before it had been purple, but now it is black. I thought it was due to the distance and the glare of the sun. It didn’t take me long to realize that that mark had simply changed colors. While I knew more than I had about Dragons in the past year, I didn’t know anything about why a dragon mark would change colors. It wasn’t a tattoo and Cyran had mentioned that he had had it his entire life. All Dragons had some form of mark on them. Even Kellan had a similar tattoo, except his was green and on his left bicep. Since Kellan had his shirt on, I couldn’t see his mark.

I grabbed the figurine, staring at it in awe. “What are you doing?” I heard a deep rumble behind me and I jumped, the figurine almost bouncing out of my hands, hurriedly I caught it, feeling my cheeks growing warm because of embarrassment. Oh, Oh. “So sorry,” I say, dropping the figurine on the table before turning to look at him but the words fall when I stare into packed pounds of muscles....His chest is exposed, giving a clear view of the dazzling spiral of a dragon tattoo that runs around his biceps into his chest and stopping right above his abdomen.

“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.