Puff The Magic Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

She gasped. A massive dark blue tattoo between his shoulder blades caught her eye. A dragon. Its wings were spread wide, the clawed tips arching over his shoulder blades, and it seemed to move when he moved his muscles. It was not unlike the dragons stitched on the dressing gown she wore. He must have an obsession with dragons. It was a bit odd, but who was she to talk when it came to obsessions? She loved old stones, and not because they were old or because they were sparkly or valuable, but because they were something pure and amazing that the earth had created.

He spoke with heavy breaths as if he was trying to control himself. “Okay.” I said still breathing hard myself. He sat up placing me in a sitting position before turning his back to me, removing his shirt. Across his back was a beautiful tattoo of a dragon. The swirls of red and gold matched his hair. It was a beautiful masterpiece; I had never seen anything like it before. I traced my fingers across the perfect lines, it was as if magic placed it there. Part of his actual skin. Impossible. I thought looking for the slightest mistake. My fingers traced up towards his shoulder where the head of the dragon sat.

Then I linked him. "I am waiting," I said. He growled in response; I giggled, scooped some foam and blew it off my palms playfully. He entered utterly naked. He turned around and walked towards the mirror to brush his teeth. The muscles on his back flexed, almost making it seem like the dragon tattoo on his back was alive. The dragon was surrounded by the flame it produced. I had always wanted to ask him about it but never did. So I decided to try again.

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

I watch my skin on my wrist as it turns blue and then a silver blue tiny dragon tattoo marks my skin and I raise my eyebrows as it fades away. "Touch it" Tanya says. I touch it with my right hand and it shows once more and I gasp as I can feel Tanya through it and I know exactly where she is. "When you have restored the power from the moon you can mark me back and thus we can always find each other and I will make a vow too you, to never hurt and never betray you in any way." She say and I gasp. A vow from a dragon is the strongest there is but I nod my head slowly and promise her that I will do the same.

“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.

"territory markers." I shift from foot to foot, frustration building in my chest. The pull between us pulses stronger with each passing minute, like an invisible cord drawing tighter. My dragon tattoo warms between my shoulder blades, responding to their proximity, and my magic stirs beneath my skin, fluttering like trapped butterflies seeking escape.

My father grunted slowly, before making his way to Kaya, slightly pushing down the shirt from her shoulder, till it was bare. I saw a red glow and I moved closer to see, eyebrows arching, gasping when I saw a moving dragon tattoo, hissing and snorting as it traveled back up her arm, growling again before resting on her shoulder, disappearing. It then appeared once more growling, traveling off her shoulder as if it had found another invisible opponent disappearing again beneath her clothing. “W-What is that?!” I panted out, eyes wide in surprise I had never seen such magic before.

Might have a chip on his shoulder. "He's got a dragon tattoo on his wrist. He's been here a long time." "Thank you," Maggie said. She glanced back at Kel who stepped in front of her. "Please. Stay behind me." "I got us past that obstacle didn't I?"