Drogon Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

All of them had a ferocious dragon tattooed on their backs. Scarlett also took off her red jacket. Her spaghetti-strap dress revealed the huge head of a dragon with its mouth agape on her back, and it was fear-inducing. The onlookers held their breath in fright. Although they did not know what the Dragon League was or who Drake was, the scene before them was awe-inspiring. Drake? The Dragon League? Rex felt his mind buzzing. Ordinary people might not know who Drake was, because so many years had passed, but everyone in Jenaire City's underworld knew this name from the moment they entered.

Noah just stayed silent, watching me. “What is it?” “It’s an expression I poured onto my body.” “The dragon symbolizes power and wealth,” I said, then looked up. “Your dad.” Noah’s teasing expression suddenly turned serious. So, the dragon tattoo was really about his father. Noah had a lot of mysteries. Could he have joined a biker gang because of his disappointment in his dad? What happened in his life? I didn't want to dwell on our conversation, so I quickly grabbed one of the books I needed. When I opened it, I gasped in shock. There was blood and a severed lizard head inside. And a message scrawled in blood: ‘Go to hell.’

I want to be normal'' ''But you are not, and you will never be'' Tornak rolled up his sleeve and on the inside of his right arm was a dragon tattoo curled up with its wings forming an armour around it "This is the mark of the dragon, when your dragon lord is united with his dragon you will get yours and the fate will bring you six together, it always does, no two dragons have the same mark so you are only bound to those with the exact same mark as you do'' Sven rubbed at his right hand

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.