Red Dragon Spine Tattoo Novels & Stories

I think he's seen this before. Drake was determined to make sure, before June realized he was seeing all this. With his dragon eye, Drake traced every inch of June's skin that he could see and to Drake's surprise, when he saw the dragon mark hidden in the skin on June's back. It was a sign formed when a woman had slept with a dragon. And that mark, is not a sign of carelessness, it is a mark of the Dragon King. Drake widened his eyes. If that was the case, could it really be that Drake had slept with June before? Drake slept with many women during his life, he found it difficult to remember one by one.

She had a grim and frustrated look as she scrubbed his chest and the long dragon tattoo that ran up from his shoulder to his chest. It seems like she was fascinated by it as she ran her hands through the tattoo several times wondering if it wasn't painful when it was drawn. Although she had bathed him a few times already, it was her first time seeing that tattoo. Obviously, she didn't pay attention and tried to look away from his chest those times. Now that she has seen this tattoo, she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was a black dragon that looked so scary and yet beautiful and somewhat cute. Haha. You might be wondering, how on earth was a dragon cute? Well, it can be, after all,

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.

My fingertips tingle where they rest against the cool mattress, the magic beneath my skin restless, like an animal pacing its cage. The dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades pulses with a life of its own, warmth spreading outward from the design in rippling waves. I reach back, tracing the outline I know by heart—the sinuous curve of tail, the spread of wings, the proud arch of neck. It feels different under my fingers, raised like a fresh brand rather than the decade-old ink it is.

No one could tell that way that inside me was purely chaos. Vasilis turned Danae over, ripping the clothing over the spot where the seal sat. An ancient symbol in red and blue unfading ink. "Slit your palm and place it over the seal. Quick about it." Delphina ordered whilst Vasilis chanted. I let my beast slip and my claws dug into my palm, piercing my skin. I crouched and placed it over the seal before it could heal. I looked away from the leaking liquid that reminded me whose child I was. Who I truly was and how powerless i'd become.

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

The tremendous presence studied the tattoo on her back. “And what do we have here? I’m in awe there are still worshippers of Dragons existing in this fallen era,” The Lung Dragon known to be Dracsora the Dragon of Discreet emphasized. “Nevertheless, I still don’t care, since you came all the way to my lair just to talk. I deemed your efforts insufficient. Your virtues are all mine." Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap.

But for Raeherys they had none. “All is well, Your Grace,” replied Igryth. The scale tattoos on their arms and neck signified one of the old traditions in Draconos. However, it slowly faded as thousands of years had passed—forgotten. Only the people in Seagrad remained true to their tradition as they believed dragon tattoos symbolized their strength and vanity.

Before I could recover from the state he put me in, and cover myself, Draco's hands wrapped around my throat and he pinned me to the bed, and surprisingly he didn't apply pressure. Before I could open my mouth to speak, he flipped me on my back, revealing the full tattoo. There, resting along the dip of my waist where my spine met my tailbone, was the tattoo. Thin black vines stretched across my lower back like sharp, broken wings, spreading from one side to the other. The lines branched out like small veins, meeting at the center of my back. Right above my tailbone sat a small flower, simple but clear, petals opening gently between the dark lines.

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