Haku Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

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?”

As if able to understand the meaning of his words,the light around the dragon egg shone brighter,the mythical runes and mysterious characters dazzled brighter. Seeing this, Alexander only grew fonder.Then, using the same method as Chaos ring,he dripped a few drops of blood onto the dragon egg,as the drops of fresh blood meld into the dragon egg,a bright-golden light burst out as it flew into Alexander body and a dragon tattoo appeared on his chest.

I opt for another half-truth instead. “Ah that, well it's a dragon tattoo I've had for some time now.” “Wow really? Can I see the rest of it?” He is almost giddy, and I see a little of the childlike excitement he used to show so rarely. “Well not all, because it reaches from my heart, all around me in a spiral to finish on my hip so can only show you below my chest.” I admonish him, he looks disappointed but there is a cheeky twinkle in his eye too and I realise that, being a guy, he really wanted to see it all.

I said as I grabbed him by the collar and stood up with him. "Whoa man, chill out" he said as he raised his hands in surrender, "I was just fucking witchu" he explained with a smile. "Man, you think this is funny? Huh? I'm so gonna......" I paused in shock as something caught my attention. On his left arm, there was a dragon tattoo with a crown on it. I recognized that tattoo. "I've seen this somewhere.." I thought as my memory jogged itself. "Do I know you?" I asked him, this time gripping his collar even more tightly.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

My eyes follow the line of his sculpted abdomen and the faint happy trail that leads into his pants. The tattoo is on his rib cage. It's stretched and coils around his sides, demanding recognition. “It is.” he says “It's a dragon.” He takes slow but sure steps towards me, I feel my skin crawl with need. This is my mate, I want to say to myself, this beautiful man is mine…. But he's not. He should have been mine. Now I can only reach out a grasp for the shadow of what should have been mine. “Do you miss me as much as I miss you?”

She may even have the answers to this prophecy thing. Asrar pushed everything out of his mind as he slid into the warm water of the tub happily relaxing his muscles. He imagined Rosalie there with him and it seemed to calm him. He wished she was here in person so he could run his fingers through her hair. Messaging the shampoo and conditioner through it before rinsing it out and she doing the same for him. He knew it would take time but one day it will be true. He couldn’t wait for her to adorn his mark on her neck. Much like history of werewolves marking there mates it was the same for Dragons. There mark’s however became tattoos once the process was complete.

He looked into its eyes and they held the promise of a lot of things the dragon had seen in his lifetime. Their eyes locked for a while, and the dragon's irises changed from the usually dark-coloured eyes to a fiery golden brown. Dragomir could recognize that look anywhere, he was one too familiar with it, so when the dragon lowered its head till it's large head was inches away from his face. He knew what was next and so he had to act fast. ‘What’s your name?', he questioned in his head. The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."