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"She's got dragon blood. But this kind usually skips generations." The factory went silent except for Herston's labored breathing. "That's impossible." Jamie's voice was barely a whisper. "Dragons are extinct." "Are they?" Kade pulled off his shirt. Across his back was a tattoo spread from shoulder to shoulder. Not just any tattoo. It was that of a dragon with its wings spread, done in silver ink that seemed to move. "I'm A Dragon Guard. I have been for ten years. My job is to find and protect the remaining bloodlines."

he replied, She seemed quiet, with her dark hair and straight face, she wasn't one you could flirt with and escape with your body complete. Daren noticed a tattoo on her arm, "Nice tattoo" he said, "And yours" she replied, Hers seemed familiar, two swords pointing left and right, a serpent in the middle, daren stared at it till it clicked, "Sigil of house horak" he thought, "Strange, I know that tattoo" daren said staring at her, her face changed and at once it went back to her curious look, she definitely knew,

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.

I sighed as I hadn't seen Luna step out from her room to congratulate Zuri or even me, and to watch how it was done in our kingdom, in terms of congratulating a dragon woman who has finally become a mother. I sighed as I watched the happy dragon women bringing different gifts for Zuri, and she was all smiles as she sat beside me, carrying my son, who was obviously a black dragon. I was white, fair-skinned, and most black dragons were dark-skinned. The red dragon and the green most times looked fair or dark, but it was more visual to know their dragon origin from the tribal mark tattooed on their faces. I was clearly a white dragon, and so being the king, I had a dragon tattoo on my back, and

My fingertips tingle where they rest against the cool mattress, the magic beneath my skin restless, like an animal pacing its cage. The dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades pulses with a life of its own, warmth spreading outward from the design in rippling waves. I reach back, tracing the outline I know by heart—the sinuous curve of tail, the spread of wings, the proud arch of neck. It feels different under my fingers, raised like a fresh brand rather than the decade-old ink it is.

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

Black ruffled expensively styled hair, showing hints of a curl if it was left to grow, over tanned skin, and ice grey eyes that almost appear colourless—like a soulless animal searching over his prey for the last scraps to pick. He is all squared, chiselled perfection, with a clean-shaven face, hints of dark stubble below the surface. A black ink tattoo of a dragon curling up one side of his neck, under a white button down, with a leather jacket moulded and sculpted to a very fit and toned body. Hints of more dark ink peeking over one hand under his sleeve, and I wonder how far his markings go, tempted to see that body with less covering.

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.

When things finally settled down, Jim and Magus gazed at Tyr again. Tyr’s top had exploded, revealing his perfectly chiseled upper body. A black Eternal Dragon Tattoo was visible on his upper body. The magnificent beast’s body was wrapped around Tyr’s waist, extending all the way up to his shoulder. It finally crossed over Tyr’s shoulder, with that huge dragon head appearing on his chest. “A black dragon tattoo?” Jim was shocked to see this scene. He looked at Magus, who was standing next to him. He asked in puzzlement, “Master Magus, what’s going on?”