Drogon Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

"It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

Chase gave the order and Quinn, Hannah, and Hamish ran toward Edward and Otis. As for Chase, he went straight for Douglas. He wanted to find out what exactly about Douglas that bothered him so much. Could it be just as he guessed and Douglas also possessed the blood of the true dragon? The look in Douglas' eyes turned dark as he watched Otis, who was protecting him, forced away by the enemy. Douglas came to a decision and went straight toward Chase. He did not evade or hide from the attack. Douglas tore up his shirt and revealed a vivid tattoo of a white tiger on his chest.