Feminine Dragon Cherry Blossom Tattoo Novels & Stories

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

The skin around the new tattoo was red like he had actually sat in a tattoo chair for hours getting it done. “What is it?” He was starting to sound more excited than in pain. “Holy crap. It’s a black dragon with huge wings on your spine in between your shoulder blades.” Ajax answered him looking a bit jealous. “And the four elements around it. Water, Earth, Fire, and Wind.” Wilder sounded amazed as he got a closer look. “It seems my granddaughter isn’t just a regular Fae. She has all the elements.” “Awesome. Now can someone tell me what mine is?” I was exhausted and it was barely afternoon.

“I’m not sure it will work, but based on what you just told me, if I do something to you, you can’t heal yourself, right? So, if I left a mark on you, a claiming mark, you wouldn’t heal and remove it, right?” “What kind of claiming mark?” she asks, and I can feel her excitement. I’ve thought about it ever since I realized that every other dragon pair left their mark on their mate. Even Merethyl left a magical golden band around Avani’s neck. “It’s a tattoo. I want to put it on you myself, but I’ll have to use a scalpel. I won’t go any deeper than a tattoo artist would, meaning you might bleed a bit, but it’s mostly a surface cut. I have dye that I want to use so you can see it easier. Would

A pretty love tattoo that looked embroidered with red and green flowers adorned one and bloomed right after each other seated on one of her laps. Without thought, which was extremely unlike me, I reached out to touch the flower. Goosebumps sprouted on her skin along the path of my dragging fingertips. She was as soft as she looked, like a soft moist cream. “Perfect__love them,” I murmured. “Th-thank you.” She said, exhaling a jagged breath when I moved to the other leg, trailing my fingers along the star flower tattoo that looked like they were made of thread, a brilliant illusion created from ink. “They were done by an artist that works close to a club, I met with her a couple of times.”

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.

"It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear

The right one said ‘full of milk,’ and the left said ‘daddy’s favorite. I’ve never looked at that area before. Did her tattoos always say that? Fuck, has she been walking around with... stop it, Nathaniel. I took the shirt, and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. She tugged her shirt, like that would make it any better. That flimsy thing needs to be burned. She turned and continued towards the main doors. I took in the beautiful curve of her spine, and the ink there that said ‘Where the cherry blossoms’ with pink petals falling around it. It was detailed.

It is amazing, it's a dragon with an elongated body that wraps around her torso. The head sits inside the valley between her breasts but is turned facing her left breast, and is situated just above her heart, the tail rests at her right hip. As I look closer, it looks less and less like a tattoo, which is strange. I must have been distracted by it for longer than I should because she begins removing her bra and I'm brought out of my daze, to focus on her once more. Her breasts are large and round, but not too big, they sit happily on her ribs, bouncing a little as she breathes and are the perfect size to fit in the palms of my hands as I caress her torso and kiss her jaw tenderly.

Her heart was racing and her stomach fluttering. She was staring at his chest, at the beautiful tattoo of the cherry blossom flowers intertwining with the word SNOW residing on his chest. She felt her whole body tremble with emotion at the sight. Darcy loved her that much to have her name branded on his chest where his heart resided? The realization made her weak, and she inhaled a shaking breath. Slowly, she lifted her hand and gently caressed the tattoo, his wet skin, with her fingertips, stroking the lines of cherry blossoms and the word SNOW.