Natsu Dragneel Tattoo Novels & Stories

I looked into his dark eyes and shook my head, before staring at his chest, where I realised my name was tattooed on his left breast. "When did you get that?" I asked, staring at the words. ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul.’ "When Dante was just a pup, I got his name on my wrist and the girl's names on the other." He held his arms out and I leaned forward taking a look. Indeed, on one wrist it read Dante alongside numerous other tattoos, and on the other arm, he had both girls, with Skyla’s name just above Kataleya’s.

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

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

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.

I mentally smacked myself for letting my temper get the best of me. "He deserved it." I turned to meet the eyes of a stranger, my breath caught in my throat, this defiently wasn't a student and I knew his wasn't a member of the dark woods pack either. This man in front of me was covered in tattoos I could see the edges of them at the collar of his shirt and across his hands. His hair was pulled back exposing the sides of his head which were also decorated in tattoos, a thin scar ran down the side of his face, hazel green eyes met mine as I took in the form of his arms. "Um what do you mean?" I finally mumble. "That boy deservered more then just a face full of desk." His eyes glimmed with som

“I can't believe this. I just want to have this stupid lunch and read my book and pretend like you numbskulls didn't shoot my brother right in front of me Can I not fucking breath?” “You can breath while I choke your throat,” I say back, enjoying riling her up. She sighs loudly and continues eating. “So the tattoo is our surname obviously. Draghi but it means more to us. You see, Xiomar designed the shades of the blues—the scales to look like our mother's eyes.” Lyla smiled at that. “Well, I didn't think you threw could be that emotional. You must have loved your mum.” Yes. Yes we did.

“But don’t come crying to me when you’re still sitting here days from now, staring at that tattoo and pretending it’s the biggest mystery in your life. You have the key to make your choice by getting laid.” Her presence receded as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving an ache in my chest that wasn’t entirely physical. The silence felt heavier now, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I stared at the tattoo again, my fingers trailing over it almost absently. The design twisted and curled, impossibly intricate, like something alive and untamed. It felt… ancient. Powerful. And yet I didn’t know what it meant in my mate bond with Lucien and Damon. Did it mean that I’m only mated to Lucien

“It matches the symbol on the cars that followed us from Lily’s college.” “This dragon symbol…” Cyber trailed off, narrowing his eyes. “It looks a lot like the DiFronzo family crest.” I nodded. “I am getting to that. Lets first see the video.” In the video, a man who had gotten out of the car to fill the tank. His face was covered, but there was a deep scar and stitch marks on his neck, clear as day. I rewound the footage, zooming in on the back windshield. There was a hand. Not clear, but visible enough to show a tattoo.

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

Dufin shouted in pain. “You worthless, arrogant whore! I’ll kill you!” Nathan stomped his feet on Mr. Dufin’s mouth angrily, and his front tooth loosened. Natsuki then sliced his shirt open with his dagger, revealing a very huge tattoo from his chest to his stomach. A black snake with green eyes swirling on a sword. Exactly as what Olive showed to them. Coleb gasp. He never knew that his most trusted secretary was a part of the Quislings. “Shit-“