Drogon Tattoo Novels & Stories

His eyes search mine. "You mean" three headed dragon? " Instantly, my eyes snap over to him." What does it mean? " " It's the symbol of an Odessa soldier." he says before pulling up his right sleeve where on his wrist is the drawing of the same tattoo. That's right he was once a soldier." Where did you see it?" "One of the waiter had the drawing on his left wrist. I saw the same on the man that I saw with Federico earlier." as I say that, my eyes scan the room for sickly Rico. He's nowhere here and when I look back at Ronan. He is gone.

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

There were nine loud claps in unison. I took my shirt off and straddled the chair Marcus indicated, leaving my back open to his artistic hands. The rotary machine in his hand buzzed to life and I knew my life would never be the same again. “Are those bullet wounds?” Patrick asked me as they watched Marcus inking a specialized Zeta tattoo on my back. “Yes.” “How did you get them?” he asked me. “I got shot.” Loud laughter erupted in the basement.

They stood over 6’5 and muscular. Not body builder style but that didn’t fool me. “We hear you are the place to go for a tattoo.” His voice was like ice running through my veins. My first though was, where is Alec when I needed him. “I don’t believe I got your name.” I stated as I kept my back straight. “Forgive me, beautiful. My name is Darin. This is Steven and Cash. Perhaps you heard of us?” “Holy fucking shit.” Colt cussed in my head. “I’m coming!”

I am glad that he has chosen a covering for his private areas but still confused as to why he would be getting undressed. His skin changes in the light and I watch as it shines with gold. The symbols amongst it are like a map and unknowingly I find myself stepping closer. “These are names. For every dragon born in the northern hemisphere. It also contains the names of their mates” He states. My jaw drops as I look at him in shock. The bastard Maximus chuckles and I quickly close my mouth. The amount of information that is on his flesh would definitely be coveted by the doctor if he knew the extent of it. “How does this help me?” I ask him as I continuously glance at his flesh. I have to admi

He paused his ministrations on my neck and with one flick he stripped of his tee. "There, touch me." He groaned and I didn't want any further persuasion. My hands glided over his toned chest, running over the dragon tattoo. "Why is this for?" I asked, my fingertips grazing over the fire tattooed on his abdomen. He bit his lip. "It represents power and victory over bad. I had it engraved when I couldn't take any more of my step-mother's false accusations and controlling nature. I was feeling weak and I needed to feel something. I went to a party and got dunk and somehow landed up in a tattoo parlor. He decided to draw this a sign that I am powerful and can rise from ashes." He paused and grin

As I make my way down his neck and to his collar bone with my lips, a glimps of a tattoo that moves down his back catches my attention. Rin turns to the left to look at the place that is currently holding my interest before his gaze rises to meet my eyes. “I have a tattoo of a dragon that runs along my back.” His husky voice relays to me just as he lifts himself so he can capture my lips with his own, his fingers digging in to tangle with my curly locks.

By the time we were done everyone has gone to sleep and I also bade goodbye to my brother who wanted me to stay in the house but I went to my villa and when I entered the villa it was dark and switched on the lights and with the automatic control drew all the curtains. Then I entered my room and removed all my clothes and went inside the washroom and took a quick shower. As I stay alone so there is no need for me to feel embarassed. I could feel the water trailing down my tattoed back . The tattoo which I have on my back is a dragon tattoo. I got this tattoo because I have a scarred back which I got when I saved a kid during my teenage years from bulling . Someone threw the acid which bu

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

So did my brain. Zoey. Look away. Now! But did I? Of course not. “Oh my God…” I whispered under my breath as his shirt dropped, revealing a sculpted back and muscles that looked like they'd been carved by some vengeful Greek god. A bold dragon tattoo curled along his spine. What the hell? Was this man part of the mafia? A cartel? A walking sex crime? And why did his tattoo look somewhat familiar? I bit my lip as I watched him, mesmerized. He unhooked his belt, his hands moving with sinful precision.