Drogon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Dorin looked troubled. “You think we can still take it back?” Asked Johan, “I really don’t like them touching Dragon...” “No touch.” Dagon answered from the couch where he sat with Azra sleeping by his side. “Only Daa touch.” “Well, for now, that will do.” Dorin said with a flourish, looking at his handy work. “The ink should keep, I made it water and fade proof, just don’t scrub on it too hard. “Got it,” answered Johan who hurriedly put his new dragon scale tunic on. “Let’s get going to the kitchens then...” he put a shirt on top of his tunic since the weather was beginning to get colder.

“It matches the symbol on the cars that followed us from Lily’s college.” “This dragon symbol…” Cyber trailed off, narrowing his eyes. “It looks a lot like the DiFronzo family crest.” I nodded. “I am getting to that. Lets first see the video.” In the video, a man who had gotten out of the car to fill the tank. His face was covered, but there was a deep scar and stitch marks on his neck, clear as day. I rewound the footage, zooming in on the back windshield. There was a hand. Not clear, but visible enough to show a tattoo.

He faced away from her and stood. Lily’s eyes grew wide as he rose naked from the river depths. The bare muscles of his back moved with such grace and fluidity that his tanned skin glistened with water droplets in the moonlight. A johnson tattoo of a dragon snaked over his spine. Wide shoulders tapered down into a lean waist. She followed the lines of the ink on his back, which only brought her sight lower to the two delectable dimples just above his perfectly muscled…

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.

Damien said as the three men sat down. “Do you think we won’t get back at you for this?” one of them sneered and Damien laughed. “You think you can?” Damien asked as he smiled. “You won’t, you can’t,” Damien said as he raised his shirt upwards and a dragon tattoo could be seen on the side of his stomach. The three men's eyes widened as Damien rose to his feet. “It’s been nice working with you,” Damien said as he grabbed Ria’s hands and walked out of the office his other hand in his pocket. The guards could only watch as he walked away.

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.

Like a majestic dragon. “Alexi come here you have to see this.” Alexi walked into the room and watched in awe as my fire dragon flew around the room. It came back to me and wrapped it self around my arm. And imprinted itself in my arm. It now looks like at a tattoo. “Wow what was that. You have a dragon tattoo. That is so bad ass. How did you do that?” Alexi asked. “I just combined my light magic with my fire magic.” I said.

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.

He is so damn gorgeous. Their eyes met as he walked toward the shore. Charity nearly gaped at the sight of him—tall, strong, and glistening with seawater. She couldn’t help but wonder what their children would look like. He stood before her, dark and striking, almost bare. His toned physique was on full display, clad only in bikini trunks. A large dragon tattoo curled from the side of his neck, trailing down his entire right arm, ending just above his wrist. She had to admit—it made him look even more dangerously attractive. She wanted to know the story behind it.

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.