Red Dragon Spine Tattoo Novels & Stories

I ask, looking back up at him. "Yeah I drew that one from memory actually, their dragons are too restless to sit still for that long," he says. Yeah Cassie I'm definitely not an artist. This is art. I don't know about you, but this is just making me curious to see what Jaxon's dragon looks like. What's her name? "Cassie wants to know what your dragon looks like, and what's her name?" I ask. Jax chuckles. "Azazel. She's red with black spikes along her spine," he says.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

He went down to his knees and he kept screaming as I looked at him. “Don’t,” a voice hissed at me as I took a step forward. Chase stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths and then he stood up and I saw the dragon tattoo covering his back. It was a shade lighter than Lucas’s dragon and I felt immensely proud of him.

It was a sigil. Round, but malformed. Spilling out into writing I didn’t know, splintered by decay. At the center was a symbol that crawled at something deep in my neck, two dragons, one consuming the other, locked in an endless cycle of blooming thorns. I didn’t know it. But I knew it. Knew it by memory stolen from my bones. “Draven.” His boots were by my side before my boots touched the ground. He didn’t ask what I had discovered. Didn’t need to. He stared.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

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.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

As they entered the final courtyard, three figures rushed toward Adrian, but they were swiftly subdued by the Draco Force and collapsed to the ground. The seventh-grade men knelt before Adrian, trembling uncontrollably, unable to move or speak. "It appears to be you three," Adrian remarked, lifting the constraints on them. "What brings you to our establishment?" inquired the leader. The man’s upper body was exposed, revealing a black dragon tattoo adorning his back. Unlike the vibrant tattoos on Thalia, this one appeared crude and cheap.

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.