Red Dragon Spine Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

My body tingled, the pain on my butt cheek sending a jolting message to my brain. This time, he fully turned until he was staring at me. It was my turn to ogle him. Black and red ink ran the length of his arms, one sleeve extending to the outer side of his chest, and leaving his pectoral muscles bare. I traced the intricate design on that specific one, and when I made out an angry dragon swallowing the little red heart just right above his left rib cage, I knew damn well that any chances of redemption for this man were long gone. They were gone before decided to ink THAT onto his skin.

Beckoning at his driver, he starts for the door to leave and is the second my eyes notice the dragon tattoo in the guy’s neck. It’s like any random tattoo, but the memory it brought to me compels me to it. Growing up, marigold was obsessed with the dragon tattoo and would always draw them on my body. We were the Sweetest sisters back then and even best friends. So the dragon tattoo suddenly spiking back that memory, cause a lazy smile to split access my lips. “I love your tattoo Spencer. It’s beautiful.” I complimented causing Spencer to stop on tracks and impulsively touch his neck.

Emmeline obeyed, and the sensation of his hands gently washing her shoulders and back made her melt. But as she turned, she caught sight of his reflection in the massive mirrored wall beside the tub. Emmeline's breath hitched. She spun back around, reaching out before she could stop herself. "Turn around," she demanded softly. Zavian raised an eyebrow but indulged her, turning his broad back to her. Emmeline stared in absolute awe. Spanning the entire width of his muscular back was a breathtaking tattoo of a dragon. It was intricately detailed in deep obsidian ink with subtle shading that made the scales look three-dimensional.

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

His shaved head was covered in dark tattoos all the way from the back of his neck to his brows. He whooped loudly and blew a plume of flame into the air. Slivers of violet, cobalt, sapphire, and emerald exploded to life, twirling within one another until they formed the body of a small dragon. The flame-borne creature danced and writhed, darting between people until it exploded into a million dazzling sparks that lit up the evening sky. Shoving my face full of exotic foods heavy with spices and incredible flavor, I watched the chaos, both beautiful and terrible, unfold as the sun continued to slowly set.

All four of them were great masters! The Azure Dragon was a skinny looking middle-aged man who had a green dragon tattooed on his neck. Although he sat quietly and did not speak much, his strong aura was hard to dismiss. The Vermillion Peafowl was a woman in her thirties which caused Darryl’s eyes to brighten the moment he laid eyes on her. She was dressed in a burgundy long dress with dark red hair which nicely complemented her alluring body and appearance. However, an air of danger lingered around her presence which made her seem dangerous to approach just like an enchanting snake.

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.