Puff The Magic Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

Aaron's face showed no emotion as he looked at Molly and said, "Draw her tattoo on her front and abdomen." "No!" I refused. Aaron stared at me silently and left. I refused and told Molly, "No! Can't I choose where I want the dragon tattoo to be drawn?" "Yes, but you don't choose alone. His Majesty can also choose, and that's final," Molly said. "But Aaron is not His Majesty," I protested. Molly smiled. "It won't hurt. I'm a professional. If you endure a little, you will like it, and it will remind you of His Majesty's love for you," Molly said. I screamed, "No!"

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.

It was not hard to see why other girls fell effortlessly for him. Xander pulled off the towel exposing his butt from behind. I didn't know if he was deliberately moving in slowly or if it was me who was paying keen attention to everything he was doing. It was very mesmerizing to watch his every move. Xander's back had a tattoo of something hard to describe, whether it was a serpent or a dragon because of the wings. It seems more like how Chinese people describe their dragons. It was drawn purely with black ink giving it a mysterious vibe. The dragon tattoo was up to his neck, it looked like it was crawling on his back. The artist was very good that the tattoo looked like it was realistic and

“You should’ve known better than to let your guard down. Exhaustion makes even the strongest vulnerable, and you were far too distracted.” “Hound—” Puck’s words were cut off as Hound drove the dagger into him. The blade moved with precision, each strike methodical and unrelenting. Even now, as blood trickled from his throat, the tattoos seemed to shift, as though trying to protect him. The serpent’s eyes glowed faintly, its coiled body tightening across his chest in a futile attempt to reverse the damage Hound had inflicted. But the blood magic etched into the porcelain doll in Hound’s hand was more potent—a force designed to counteract the very magic Puck had used to become what he was.

she explains and I nod in understanding. “I thought that after years of torture and abuse from those rogues and sorcerers, they have drained my magic and I can never have the same ability again,” she smiled sadly. “But thanks to you, my queen, I get a second chance in life again,” she said and looked down at her lap with tears in her eyes. I smiled and hugged Syria. Her eyes went wide for a second but she hugged me back right after. When I let her go, I saw a huge blue mark on her neck. It was beautiful, with a symbol of a water dragon and three stars right above it, and it glowed.

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.

I was exhausted and it was barely afternoon. ‘It’s a blue water dragon with its wings tucked in like it is about to dive into the ocean. The different blues through out its body is beautiful.’ Freya answered from behind me. ‘Can you get one of me done too?’ ‘You are needy.’ I replied before noticing the guys looking at me. “What? Freya answered and I replied.” I shrugged like it as no big deal. “We have freakin mate tattoos! The bond is starting. I can feel my dragon wanting to be close to you.” Jarek fell to his knees in front of me again. “Can you?”

– 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.

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