Natsu Dragneel Tattoo Novels & Stories

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

I tried to compose myself before looking in his direction again. I looked back at him to already being watched by me intensely. His eyes were the most beautiful contrast I have ever seen, ocean blue with green specks at the surface. I shamelessly drooled over him, until I realized I was too late. I lowered my gaze to his chest only to witness a tattoo, a tattoo of a dragon forging from the fire; on the other side just where the heart resides, written Selene in bold capital letters. I looked away, feeling a pang jealousy from a complete stranger, all the wolves were bowing in front of us, not before us, but...

Beta Draven, too had sent his three sons for Ninja training and when they would be back home, they too shall be tattooed on the head just like little Samantha, whose scalp was designed with the rare Dragon tattoo presently. Her beautiful hair had been shaved off to reveal a shining moon like head and the needle that worked on her was hurting her soft head to extreme lengths, especially when a painful hole was made deep in her skin to hide a gem. “I know baby but this is necessary. If you are ever caught, you can trigger the ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ in your scalp and it will protect you from whatever evil force is trying to harm you,” Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty we

I want to be normal'' ''But you are not, and you will never be'' Tornak rolled up his sleeve and on the inside of his right arm was a dragon tattoo curled up with its wings forming an armour around it "This is the mark of the dragon, when your dragon lord is united with his dragon you will get yours and the fate will bring you six together, it always does, no two dragons have the same mark so you are only bound to those with the exact same mark as you do'' Sven rubbed at his right hand

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.

It was the tattoo! On this picture there is a long drawn tattoo on his neck....

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?”

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Gildeon followed his gaze and saw a strange sigil glowing faintly beneath the skin. But something else drew Gildeon’s attention. An owl tattoo on the other arm. The design was almost identical to Arah’s—stylized in the same way. It wasn’t a sigil, but real ink. When Gildeon activated his dragon vision, it shimmered faintly with blue light. Magical. And familiar. “Captain,” Eitan said, hesitant, “should we kill him?” Gildeon glanced at Yadira. Her beast form was locked in fury, but he shook his head.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.