Hiei Black Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Well, he is the general and he can do anything The moment I step out of the house, I see him far off in the open space and I make my way to him. His back is to me, he has a huge tattoo of a dragon on his back. That must be Ivar, his dragon. For a moment that dragon reminds of me of the coatyl tattoo on Bastian’s back. I quickly shake my head to dispel such thoughts, I shouldn’t be thinking about him now. “Cahir” I call out to him and he stops training before he turns to face me.

Shane’s voice shook with fury. “We suspect… he may have been taken by the Black Dragon.” “The Black Dragon?” Shane frowned, confused. “Why would they have any interest in my father?” “The Black Dragon is a symbol of vengeance,” the assassin explained grimly. “They’re an organization of highly trained killers, bound by one goal—revenge. I first heard about them during my training. Their assassins come from every corner of the world, forged by suffering and cruelty. They sought strength through the Black Dragon’s brutal training. It’s said their former leader never ended a day without spilling blood. That was how they carried out vengeance.

I sighed as I hadn't seen Luna step out from her room to congratulate Zuri or even me, and to watch how it was done in our kingdom, in terms of congratulating a dragon woman who has finally become a mother. I sighed as I watched the happy dragon women bringing different gifts for Zuri, and she was all smiles as she sat beside me, carrying my son, who was obviously a black dragon. I was white, fair-skinned, and most black dragons were dark-skinned. The red dragon and the green most times looked fair or dark, but it was more visual to know their dragon origin from the tribal mark tattooed on their faces. I was clearly a white dragon, and so being the king, I had a dragon tattoo on my back, and

The Black Dragon Emperor wanted to devour Long Chen and make himself the true owner of Long Chen’s body to take revenge on Long Chen’s enemies; then, once everything was over, Long Chen’s body would become his entirely. “You won’t be able to! Dragon bell, break!” The Heavenly Spirit shouted loudly, unleashing the power of the dragon bell. BOOOOOMMMMM.. "This..." Suddenly, he noticed that the Black Dragon Emperor hadn't suffered a single scratch. He saw with his own eyes that the Black Dragon Emperor was standing still, looking at him with a smile. At the Black Dragon Emperor's feet, he saw a black, dragon-like shadow emerge. It was as if the shadow was rising from below, and a black dragon b

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 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 expression held a mixture of confidence and an underlying intensity that hinted at his powerful nature. The crest of House Blackfire, emblazoned proudly on the king’s cloak, portrayed a giant dragon spitting fire. The emblem was a reflection of their fierce reputation and their legendary status in the North. The dragon, rendered in black, appeared both majestic and terrifying, a symbol of the house’s strength and determination.

He then handed Neela the Yellow Obsidian Chi he got from the Underworld. “Sir, this…” The dragon was so shocked that her mouth was left agape. Alex smiled softly. “Take your time, alright?” Not knowing what to say, she embraced him tightly instead. Her eyes were filled with unending joy and tenderness when looking at him. *** The dragon turned into a tattoo, hiding herself on Alex’s body.

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

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.