Natsu Dragneel Tattoo Novels & Stories

"But Patricia doesn't have the scroll." My eyes widened, before I could ask another question, she stepped back and looked at Azrael. He immediately understood, his gaze shifted briefly toward the camera in the room. Without saying a word, he walked to a spot outside its view. Then he turned his back to us, slowly he pulled off his shirt. I stared at the massive bird tattoo stretched across almost his entire back. Every feather was detailed so perfectly that it looked alive. Luna Elsa leaned toward me once more. "That's the scroll," she whispered.

“I’m not giving you a ordinary tattoo…I’m marking you as mine because I’d definitely kill any guy who tries to hurt you” “Lucien…” “There’s no refusal to this tattoo Natalie” “Where’s it going to be?” “On your thigh”

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

Had Jag and Sid gone and gotten new tattoos? Camille knew that the markings on a Draygonian’s face were added when they reached sexual maturity. They signified tribe rank and family. Some were even to denote certain life events such as loss of a loved one. Where they were placed also had significance but Camille hadn’t seen anything about these new ones that now adorned Sid’s arms. They didn’t technically look like anything like the typical tattoos they normally got either. "Hungry?" Sid asked as the door slid shut behind him and the giant male dodged the taego trying to mug him of the food he had brought along.

As I make my way down his neck and to his collar bone with my lips, a glimps of a tattoo that moves down his back catches my attention. Rin turns to the left to look at the place that is currently holding my interest before his gaze rises to meet my eyes. “I have a tattoo of a dragon that runs along my back.” His husky voice relays to me just as he lifts himself so he can capture my lips with his own, his fingers digging in to tangle with my curly locks.

Dante says in a low voice, full of annoyance, and I hear Nico’s footsteps retreat. I chuckle and watch him walk away, recalling that I haven’t seen his naked body properly before. A blush crept onto my cheeks when I realised that he had slept naked next to me. His body was glorious. He was tall and incredibly well built, not too much muscle, and it fit his body perfectly. The large Dragonetti Dragon tattoo took up the entirety of his back with its wings snaking into his sides where there were a series of numbers tattooed. His left bicep had what looked like a horned female demon and over his ribs, he had the Omerta written in its entirety. The tattoos on his chest and back complimented his b

Damn this man. "You need more than that, okay where was I?," He cleared his throat, like he was about to unravel some big secret. She leaned in closer. Her eyes shimmering, okay, what was with women and gossip? "The tattoo in his nape represents the dragon club. It's a really dangerous club involving violence." She seemed interested, which was weird, because he never thought that Nicole Hart would want to get herself involved in all his family shit. He breathed in, stroking his hands.

Numbness and revenge are what fueled me as I glanced up at Nathan putting his hand on my shoulder. “I will help you get your mom's dagger back and if I'm still alive I will join your group,” he said softly and I smiled slightly then thanked him. “How is Jasper doing putting together the drag sled?” I questioned as I searched for the black-haired man. “You know he's got to be an impressive warrior to have that chest tattoo and it's only given to the Frost Cloud Warrior Clan,” Nathan stated and I rolled my eyes, still not impressed with the man who had boyish features.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

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.