Novel & Cerita Drogon Tattoo

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

Now that her face is close to his torso, she cannot help but notice it now. Her fingers itched to trace the wings, which are folded and resemble a heart. "You have a tattoo" she stated and lightly traced it with her fingers. As soon as she touched it, the tattoo glowed brightly. Its previous dull appearance is gone and now it is bright and colorful. She retreated her finger in shock. Neither Drake nor Nyra notices her dragon tattoo shining brightly as well. Drake noticed his tattoo shining brightly upon her touch. He frowned slightly. 'What is happening? Why is my tattoo reacting to her touch? It's a symbol of my mate, it should only respond to her. Then why is it responding to Nyra?' he tho

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

"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.

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

Everything was coming together, and Michael was confident that he would have the strongest allies in the mafia world the moment the ball started. With closed eyelids, Michael thought of his brother again. The hairs on his body stood on end as he suddenly recalled another one of his brother's many tattoos. His lower back was covered with a tattoo of a dragon's wings with a diamond in the center of each wing. Three Italian words were placed near the bottom of the tattoo. DRAGO. LUPO ANGELO. Recalling the word "LUPA" that Annabella had tattooed on the back of her neck, he felt a sudden chill. Though he was sure it was coincidence, he received the impression Annabella was more than just an assas

Curious, I left my room to check, but found Diego laying on the couch, attending to his phone. "Look at him, laying on my coach like it's his home. He better not mess up that living room, " I said, watching him. I thought I'd leave afterwards, but my foot got frozen to the ground on seeing Diego taking off his shirt, going all bare chest. That left my body heating on seeing his well built figure, with the tattoo of a dragon on his right arm. "Wow, why didn't I take note of this before?" I asked, staring at him.

He pushed further out of the water to reveal his tattooed torso and I swallowed thickly. My face went bright red as I traced it with my eyes. His tattoos were impossible to ignore. A dragon stretched across his chest, its head bold and fierce, like it was guarding something beneath his skin. The body of it coiled down his abs, each curve following the lines of muscle like it belonged there. Dark ink wrapped around his sides and arms, a mix of sharp designs and shadowy shapes I couldn’t quite make out, but it didn’t matter. It was hot. Dangerous. Like every mark on him told a story he’d never say out loud. And for some reason, I wanted to read every single one with my fingers.