Natsu Dragneel Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

Now that her face is close to his torso, she cannot help but notice it now. Her fingers itched to trace the wings, which are folded and resemble a heart. "You have a tattoo" she stated and lightly traced it with her fingers. As soon as she touched it, the tattoo glowed brightly. Its previous dull appearance is gone and now it is bright and colorful. She retreated her finger in shock. Neither Drake nor Nyra notices her dragon tattoo shining brightly as well. Drake noticed his tattoo shining brightly upon her touch. He frowned slightly. 'What is happening? Why is my tattoo reacting to her touch? It's a symbol of my mate, it should only respond to her. Then why is it responding to Nyra?' he tho

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Before it had been purple, but now it is black. I thought it was due to the distance and the glare of the sun. It didn’t take me long to realize that that mark had simply changed colors. While I knew more than I had about Dragons in the past year, I didn’t know anything about why a dragon mark would change colors. It wasn’t a tattoo and Cyran had mentioned that he had had it his entire life. All Dragons had some form of mark on them. Even Kellan had a similar tattoo, except his was green and on his left bicep. Since Kellan had his shirt on, I couldn’t see his mark.

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.

I felt a huge surge of power once it was around my neck, we moved on to Aspyn. When we got done with all four of us and we all had our amulets on the room started to glow from each of us a bolt of energy rose to the ceiling, and they are were intertwined with one another weaving all four of the colors of our amulets together bind them as one. I looked at the parchment paper that I had used for my spell earlier it was doing something marvelous, it bound with the magic bolt it created a mark a tattoo, its had each of our names and bloodline origins one the paper, what kind of familiar we had their names our wolves names and mine had my dragon name as well, I felt something sting on my back and

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

Drew said, acting cocky as he smirked at Noah who looked uncomfortable. The guys nodded and one of them landed a blow on Noah's face so quickly and I slammed my mouth on my lips so as not to scream in fright. Then they tore off Noah's shirt. And I saw it. A tattoo. Not just anyone. It was a tattoo of a green snake on a Ladder. The exact match to the one on Drew's hand. Except Noah's was bigger and rested on his back between his shoulder blades Only certain people had that tattoo. And I gasped in shock, my body rigid as my hands shook in fear on my lips. My eyes brimmed with tears as I came to realize,

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”