Hiei Black Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Zelia sigh as she called black dragon, "Hey Black Dragon, I command you to tell me what's going on now? You can hear my call whenever I call your name, right?" The Black Dragon's chuckles as he answer,"Yup. I only come out if you call myself so when I'm at my realm, I can't hear or see what's happening outside unless you will call myself, I could immediately come out. What you order, if what we obey even if we will eliminate, as long as that's your command. We won't dare to defy you." He said as the black dragon tattoo crawled up to Zelia's arm, since the black dragon is so huge, he minimize his side so that it won't look weird if someone might accidentally saw Zelia's tattoo.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

The man is wearing a fitted black sleeve shirt making his well sculpted chest to be visible and his broad shoulder, with a black dragon tattoo. "A-Are you the same man in the club?" she managed to say. She can't see the wholeness of the man's face because he is wearing a black mascara, but the curved of smirk on his lips is enough to make the surrounding hot for Ava. "Yes," he simply said. "You seems interested to know me more. Let me introduce myself, lady." "I am Black Dragon, known as Boss BD." Ava froze as she heard what he said. She's not even getting a chance to speak when he continued.

He’s wearing a large black coat and when he raises his left hand to run it through his hair an eye-catching tattoo appears, it’s a dragon tattoo coiled around his wrist. It's head resting on the inside of his palm while its tail is wrapped around his wrist, and the entire snaky body is covered in flames of red. Tilting my head in wonder, I can’t help but stare at the tattoo until it disappears when he puts his hand back down. The colours of the tattoo are so vivid and bright that it almost looks like it was painted on his skin. Not seeing anything else that could tell me why I’m uneasy next to him, I turn away and settle further into my seat to concentrate on the music from my earbuds.

His chest, partially exposed beneath his dark attire, carried the same unusual feature, making his entire figure seem almost ritualistic. From his waist downward, he was dressed entirely in black, every piece of clothing blending perfectly with the darkness surrounding him. A dark mask concealed the upper portion of his face, allowing only his cold eyes to remain visible. Those eyes carried no warmth whatsoever. Across his broad back stretched an enormous dragon tattoo, the dragon's body twisted around his shoulders, extended across both arms, and reached down toward his chest as though the mythical beast itself had wrapped around him. The artwork was impressive, and yet it was not the tatto

Cutting my eye contact with him I turned to unbutton his shirt, but he suddenly gripped me by my jaw and forced me to look at his eyes," You have beautiful eyes...So intoxicating...Urges me to immerse in them," I felt an unnecessary blush coercing its way to my cheek, I felt tantalized by his word. My stomach fluttered as the same unfamiliar sensation returned to the pit of my core. Shoving my thoughts aside, I benevolently freed myself out of his grip, then began to unbutton his shirt. I then again struggled to get him out of his shirt. After that, he was lying before me shirtless, blabbering something to himself looking at the ceiling. He has a black and grey tattoo with elements of snake,

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

He stopped. Out on the open air alone, in the darkness that was slowly emerging and filling the day, he saw a man trying to remove his flat tire with a spanner so he could replace it with a fairly air-filled tire. He was sweating in the cold and Blackwheel could notice it as he stared at the collar of his leather jacket. The man was well-built and very solid on the ground. He had a beard that ran from his right chin to his left chin, even, unequal. Each part of his arm was tattooed with an image of the Chinese dragon that tormented the ancient city of the golden age. There was the tooth of the dragon, including a short depiction of its claws, slightly below its wings.

He also told me where he buried her. “Why are you telling me about this story?” I asked curious more than being afraid of him. “Because you are going to be my twenty-second Daisy.” “But you can’t kill me.” He looked surprised that I read between the lines of his story. “Yes, I can’t kill you. You see my therapist told me to get someone to talk to and I met your grandfather. He—” “What did you feel when you kill them?” “Why?” The man chuckled, “You know what, let me tell you about the story of my tattoo!” He removed his shirt revealing a tattoo of a huge dragon on his arm. “This is Vrtra. He’s the dragon that caused drought to many nations on old—’

He raised his gaze, eyes burning with fury “How could I hold back when I saw the hand that dared to strike my Lord? How could I hold back when I saw the hand that was etched in the blood of my brother before my eyes?” “How can you be sure that it was him?” Cornelius asked, still not convinced. He knew for a fact that having a tattoo was ingrained in the east kingdom culture, especially for soldiers who have sworn loyalty. “No one has the yin-yang dragon with a pearl lodged in its mouth,” Leal’s eyes narrowed with fierce confidence “The pearl is not tattooed, it is lodged in his hand.And it is the one of the six famed heavenly night pearl.” “Dragon is a symbol of imperial power in the East.”