Micro Draco Tattoo Novels & Stories

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

Jenny Anderson POV Dragon picked up a gun and jaw and refilled it before putting it in his waistband, allowing me to see the sharp V line. I'd be lying if I said that didn't excite me right now. His black shirt was short-sleeved so I could see his strong forearms as well as the tattoos on his body. "Maybe I should go to help get down the stairs." I went to open the door, and as usual Dragon closed it behind me.

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

‘Okay, okay. ‘I’m just resting, you should too’ I nodded. ****** The gray wolf approaches me, hazel eyes, Drake. He stopped in front of me as he checked his left paw. I walked to him and looked under his fur, and there it was, just as he told me, printed on his ring finger was a tattoo with the design of our rings. I ran my thumbs over the print, seeing it made me happy. He bent down and gently nudges me, telling me to get on his back.

I close my eyes and fall asleep. I wake up at the first light of dawn, in a warm, comforting cocoon. I look over my shoulder and see Drake's eyes closed, he is sound asleep. He looks so peaceful asleep that I would like to spend the whole day watching him sleep. I stroke his face and place a kiss on his neck. He looks huge in my little bed, I look over his shoulder at the time, maybe I should go make breakfast and hopefully if Maddie doesn't come home we can watch a movie while eating popcorn. I start the coffee machine and turn to make the eggs, once everything is ready, I run to the bathroom to do a quick wash, I must say, in the morning I look like a scarecrow. I take off my pajama bottom

Miguel asked, casually tossing the shirt aside. Drake stood frozen for a second, his mouth parted slightly, a silent breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed on Miguel’s bare torso. The morning light that filtered through the windows kissed the sharp lines of Miguel’s chest, dancing over the inked scorpion tattoo that curled along his ribs like something alive. It was bold, dark, and oddly captivating. Drake’s heart thudded a little louder. “What the hell, Miguel?!” he snapped, suddenly jolting back to life. “Put on a shirt!”

one muttered. “Good,” Draco replied coolly, adjusting his collar and moving ahead without looking back. Inside, the warehouse stood Nico, the man who had answered his call earlier. “Brother!” Nico greeted, spreading his tattooed arms wide like someone welcoming royalty. His grin revealed gold teeth, and his black hair was smoothly styled back with oil. His presence was filthy, but his loyalty to Draco was definitely unquestionable. Draco returned the smile with one of his own, but it was slower and darker, an expression that made Nico’s grin tremble despite himself. “You’ve done well,” Draco murmured. “I trust the package is still breathing?”

Despite what she said, none of them looked particularly pleased. Draco turned to address the guests, his tone composed. “There were some misunderstandings due to the unexpected delays at our wedding. But please believe me when I say—I truly love Tessa. And I will do everything in my power to cherish her.” We exchanged rings, and Draco pulled out a second ring from his pocket—a much larger diamond. He slipped it onto my finger, his voice gentle. “This diamond is called ‘The Sun.’ Tessa, you are my summer sky, my radiant sun. You warm my world.”

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

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.