Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

His face contorted with rage as he mumbled, "This isn't over! Dylan and Andrew, I'll make sure you both pay for this!" The next morning dawned bright and clear. Andrew was practicing martial arts in a courtyard atop Moonlit Sanctuary, with his upper body bare. His tall, lean frame displayed perfectly proportioned muscles across his chest, arms, and abdomen. An intricately detailed black dragon head tattoo sprawled across his chest, fierce and majestic. Unlike typical tattoos, this one was a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes. Any expert would have been shocked to see it, as this particular design represented one of the most powerful families in Holtriens.

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’

He glanced further down and viewed his Daiyan tattoo up close. It shone metallically in the light, a beautiful silvery colour that almost seemed as though silver itself was etched into his skin. It was more intricate in the daylight. The tattoo covers his wrist. A big snowflake at the center and individual little snowflakes with gorgeous patterns glittered around it across his skin and seemed to dance in the light. It made it appear as though a blizzard raged across his wrist. He stared in stunned silence until he caught Nevis’s curious look over his shoulder and jolted.

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 said and she nodded. We got to Ian’s room just as Dixon came out of the room looking all handsome. I’ve never seen him in casual clothes so nothing actually prepared me for this sight. He’s wearing dark pair of jeans that seems to fit him perfectly well and a sky blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair is messily styled on his head looking like he ran his hands through them a million times.I can see the traces of black ink on his hands, I wonder what kind of tattoos he had. I’ve always been a sucker for tattoos, I have one on my left hip. I can’t even remember how I got it but it’s there. Jason never liked it though, he said his body is too clean to be polluted

At first, the artist was confused about why a vampire king wanted a Wolf tattoo. But Aiden being the smart person that he was, did not say anything. Instead, he blood bounded the artist to secrecy. The artist would die if another person learned of the tattoo. The only opinion Aiden wanted and cared to hear about the tattoo was Diana's. He could only imagine her reaction. Her forest green eyes would probably light up in surprise upon looking at it. As Aiden pulled his shirt down, a knock came from the door and Richard walked in. "Your Highness, they are ready for you."

president Song said while he wiped his sweaty forehead with his handkerchief. "I've finally met you Dr Chen, your grandfather was right, you looked like a fairy," he said in a low attractive voice. "I'm Dylan Wang," he stretched his arm for a handshake. Moriah reluctantly took his hand for a handshake. "Young Master Wang, I'm okay with my office," she said so that he would stop frightening the poor president. "Just call me Dylan, Moriah," he said with a rather husky note in his voice. Ethan shoved his hands in his pocket and clenched them. He wasn't new to it, it's apparent that Dylan had a thing for his wife.

It was beautiful and too big to feel real. My gaze landed on a portrait hanging on the far wall. A couple was captured in a moment—passion in their eyes, intimacy in their posture. Next to it was another portrait that made me stop in my tracks. Dylan. I knew it was him because of the tattoo above his eyebrow. He looked younger in the photo but still had that same intense presence. I glanced back at the couple in the first portrait, thinking at first they were Ximena and her husband—but no. They were completely different.