Drogon Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

It was a tattoo of a snake with dragon horns that had a deer face. Liam never saw such a tattoo before. He had Cirocco take a photo of the tattoo and sent it to the Green Dragon Warriors for them to look into it. In less than ten minutes, the Green Dragon Warriors replied to them with information related to the pattern. Cirocco handed the phone to Liam and said, "They've found it, sir. It's the pattern of the Winged Dragons in Shetonland. This man is an assassin from the Winged Dragons." "Winged Dragons?" Liam frowned and said, "I didn't think it would be them."

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 watch my skin on my wrist as it turns blue and then a silver blue tiny dragon tattoo marks my skin and I raise my eyebrows as it fades away. "Touch it" Tanya says. I touch it with my right hand and it shows once more and I gasp as I can feel Tanya through it and I know exactly where she is. "When you have restored the power from the moon you can mark me back and thus we can always find each other and I will make a vow too you, to never hurt and never betray you in any way." She say and I gasp. A vow from a dragon is the strongest there is but I nod my head slowly and promise her that I will do the same.

“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”