Drogon Tattoo Novels & Stories

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.

Desire and lust became more visible in his eyes as he stared at me. When he finally removed the tie, he followed by unbuttoning his sleeve. His tattoo appeared on his chest that reached his neck. "Aren't you really like that?" I said and started tracing his tattoo. It's a dragon tattoo. It connects up to his arm. The one on his neck seems to be a vein tattoo. "You were a playboy. I'm sure before that night, you brought many women here just to do this." Arik's hand moved again. He squeezed my waist and made it slide towards my back again causing me to squirm.

She wondered what he was trying to do. All he had on was a pair of brown pants, his upper body was rendered bare in front of her, and she could now clearly see the tattoo on his chest, it was a scaly figure that seemed to wrap around his slender frame with its head extending right over his right shoulder to his chest. Its mouth was wide open with sharp canines popping out of it. A tattoo of a mythical serpent-like creature, a Chinese dragon, not the kind of tattoo a respectable businessman would have on him. A thug, perhaps, or even the yakuza.

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

You just never know what to expect. The bedroom door is open, so I just walk out. It doesn't take me long to find him. Surprisingly, he's awake. He's out in the balcony and smoking a cigarette. He's in his boxers. I can see his tattoo, clear as day. It's a dragon, why didn't I notice it before? Whoever designed it is a true artist. It's perfection. It's like the dragon's alive whenever he moves. It moves with him.

Kelly raised a brow and pretended not to know “ Really?” “Yes Miss Kelly, he's also the big boss of the Entertainment industry, do you know that dragon tattoos on his body and his neck…. That's his logo, Dragon is the most powerful mafia gang while Phoenix is the second, please be careful, some people are above the law, he has a crazy lawyer and a tycoon has friends.” Kelly laughed in amusement, he already knew about Norman and Archie as his friends, just shocked that the dragon tattoos she found cute were actually a symbol of a gang. “ Thank you so much, Loveth, I'm not a detective there's nothing to be afraid of”

Emmeline obeyed, and the sensation of his hands gently washing her shoulders and back made her melt. But as she turned, she caught sight of his reflection in the massive mirrored wall beside the tub. Emmeline's breath hitched. She spun back around, reaching out before she could stop herself. "Turn around," she demanded softly. Zavian raised an eyebrow but indulged her, turning his broad back to her. Emmeline stared in absolute awe. Spanning the entire width of his muscular back was a breathtaking tattoo of a dragon. It was intricately detailed in deep obsidian ink with subtle shading that made the scales look three-dimensional.

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.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.