Drogon Tattoo Novels & Stories

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.

His face contorted with rage as he mumbled, "This isn't over! Dylan and Andrew, I'll make sure you both pay for this!" The next morning dawned bright and clear. Andrew was practicing martial arts in a courtyard atop Moonlit Sanctuary, with his upper body bare. His tall, lean frame displayed perfectly proportioned muscles across his chest, arms, and abdomen. An intricately detailed black dragon head tattoo sprawled across his chest, fierce and majestic. Unlike typical tattoos, this one was a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes. Any expert would have been shocked to see it, as this particular design represented one of the most powerful families in Holtriens.

He’s wearing a large black coat and when he raises his left hand to run it through his hair an eye-catching tattoo appears, it’s a dragon tattoo coiled around his wrist. It's head resting on the inside of his palm while its tail is wrapped around his wrist, and the entire snaky body is covered in flames of red. Tilting my head in wonder, I can’t help but stare at the tattoo until it disappears when he puts his hand back down. The colours of the tattoo are so vivid and bright that it almost looks like it was painted on his skin. Not seeing anything else that could tell me why I’m uneasy next to him, I turn away and settle further into my seat to concentrate on the music from my earbuds.

The little pain I’m feeling in my neck makes it evident. But then…. I swallow hard as my eyes slowly move up, taking a second look at the image, and they find all the crazy details on his body. He has such nice and perfect abs, and the long powerful Japanese dragon tattoo on his body leaves my mouth hanging. I’ve never seen anything like it. I must confess, Alpha Arkon is hot and he’s blessed by the Goddess between his thighs. Can’t even imagine how many ladies have walked in here, and seen this hanging over them. This is sexually hypnotizing.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

His action caused Dante’s shirt button to open, and it revealed a tattooed word on his chest. ‘Dragon.’

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

Had Jag and Sid gone and gotten new tattoos? Camille knew that the markings on a Draygonian’s face were added when they reached sexual maturity. They signified tribe rank and family. Some were even to denote certain life events such as loss of a loved one. Where they were placed also had significance but Camille hadn’t seen anything about these new ones that now adorned Sid’s arms. They didn’t technically look like anything like the typical tattoos they normally got either. "Hungry?" Sid asked as the door slid shut behind him and the giant male dodged the taego trying to mug him of the food he had brought along.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.