Haku Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

He also told me where he buried her. “Why are you telling me about this story?” I asked curious more than being afraid of him. “Because you are going to be my twenty-second Daisy.” “But you can’t kill me.” He looked surprised that I read between the lines of his story. “Yes, I can’t kill you. You see my therapist told me to get someone to talk to and I met your grandfather. He—” “What did you feel when you kill them?” “Why?” The man chuckled, “You know what, let me tell you about the story of my tattoo!” He removed his shirt revealing a tattoo of a huge dragon on his arm. “This is Vrtra. He’s the dragon that caused drought to many nations on old—’

The defined ridges of his shoulders and trapezius muscles stood out, evidence of his strength and physique. Even If it wasn’t my first time, I was always drawn to the tattoo there. It was a mesmerizing blend of art. A majestic dragon’s head dominated his upper back, its scales shimmering like diamonds in the soft light. The dragon’s body curled around his lower torso, its tail snaking down to his lower back where it merged with a Celtic knot pattern. The tattoo always seemed to come alive when his muscles flexed as it did now. His long dark hair fell around his shoulders, water droplets clinging to the strands, wet locks contrasting against his bronze skin.

I was exhausted and it was barely afternoon. ‘It’s a blue water dragon with its wings tucked in like it is about to dive into the ocean. The different blues through out its body is beautiful.’ Freya answered from behind me. ‘Can you get one of me done too?’ ‘You are needy.’ I replied before noticing the guys looking at me. “What? Freya answered and I replied.” I shrugged like it as no big deal. “We have freakin mate tattoos! The bond is starting. I can feel my dragon wanting to be close to you.” Jarek fell to his knees in front of me again. “Can you?”

Like they could lift her up with a finger. These people were not her match. She was just thinking when she noticed the tattoo drawn on the wrist of one of the men. It was a drawing of a dragon's head chained inside a flaming ring. Her eyes filled with recognition and she almost gasped but she kept it down thankfully, not allowing the fear to completely seize her. These people belonged to one of the most notorious gangs. S-rank first class killers from the dragon's ring. Whoever they've set their eyes on, they take. They make no mistakes.

But even so, the children managed to keep in mind the image of many of Professor Knudlac's tattoos. His arm was full of tattoos, of various sizes and shapes, in various hypostases, such as that in which some archers or spearmen killed ferocious monsters or quietly watched over surroundings, images of various non-mystical animals, such as bears, deer, wolves or ravens, but also of mystical animals such as the Phoenix bird, the rock dragon, the fire snake or even an ... ice dragon.

It was not hard to see why other girls fell effortlessly for him. Xander pulled off the towel exposing his butt from behind. I didn't know if he was deliberately moving in slowly or if it was me who was paying keen attention to everything he was doing. It was very mesmerizing to watch his every move. Xander's back had a tattoo of something hard to describe, whether it was a serpent or a dragon because of the wings. It seems more like how Chinese people describe their dragons. It was drawn purely with black ink giving it a mysterious vibe. The dragon tattoo was up to his neck, it looked like it was crawling on his back. The artist was very good that the tattoo looked like it was realistic and

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Hira's hair is turning gold and her eyes are now glowing intense blue. And what made my soul shook is the dragon tattoos on both arms. One has a ruby redlining while the other has an arctic blue lining. It's the Goddess' Seal. And only beings with great power can have this. It is said that this seal is too dangerous, for the dragons themselves are contained in the seal. It can drain the power of anyone if he is not strong enough to regenerate his power once it's consumed by the seal. I've already read a few books about that seal before, but I didn't expect that it would be this terrifying in person.

“So, he sees Bella as… what? A pawn? A target?” “Something like that. Or maybe something worse.” I let the silence stretch. “No names. No address. No real leads,” I muttered. “Useless.” “There is… one thing,” Damon said, suddenly remembering. “It might not be much. But once, just once, I saw his hand.” I raised a brow. “There was a tattoo,” he said. “A dragon. The way it wrapped around his wrist—it wasn’t like a normal design. It looked… custom. Expensive. Detailed. Almost ceremonial.”

He spoke with heavy breaths as if he was trying to control himself. “Okay.” I said still breathing hard myself. He sat up placing me in a sitting position before turning his back to me, removing his shirt. Across his back was a beautiful tattoo of a dragon. The swirls of red and gold matched his hair. It was a beautiful masterpiece; I had never seen anything like it before. I traced my fingers across the perfect lines, it was as if magic placed it there. Part of his actual skin. Impossible. I thought looking for the slightest mistake. My fingers traced up towards his shoulder where the head of the dragon sat.