Hiei Black Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

She wondered what he was trying to do. All he had on was a pair of brown pants, his upper body was rendered bare in front of her, and she could now clearly see the tattoo on his chest, it was a scaly figure that seemed to wrap around his slender frame with its head extending right over his right shoulder to his chest. Its mouth was wide open with sharp canines popping out of it. A tattoo of a mythical serpent-like creature, a Chinese dragon, not the kind of tattoo a respectable businessman would have on him. A thug, perhaps, or even the yakuza.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

This is my first ever time meeting her, and I don’t want to make a bad impression. “Welcome to my empire.” I don’t smile, only weak people show emotions, something I learned while leading all alone. I am feared among the people, they look up to me, and believe me. I did not get to where I am today by smiling like an idiot. Orion Black clears his throat, stretching out his hand for a handshake, the spiral of tattoos peeking out from his sleeve. Every dragon lineage has the tattoo, even my ten year old son, Hendrix has them.

Damn this man. "You need more than that, okay where was I?," He cleared his throat, like he was about to unravel some big secret. She leaned in closer. Her eyes shimmering, okay, what was with women and gossip? "The tattoo in his nape represents the dragon club. It's a really dangerous club involving violence." She seemed interested, which was weird, because he never thought that Nicole Hart would want to get herself involved in all his family shit. He breathed in, stroking his hands.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

He folded his toned forearms under his chin, giving Emmeline an enticing view of the massive dragon tattoo that spanned the broad expanse of his muscular back. The intricate black ink seemed to shimmer and move as if it were alive. The dragon's eyes glinted with a preternatural intelligence as they stared back at her. A slight tremor went through Emmeline's body at the mesmerizing sight before her. This was the first time she was truly getting an unobstructed view of the breathtaking tattoo in its entirety. She found herself utterly transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the lifelike image. Zavian's firm, sculpted ass was also on full display in this tantalizing position. The dark ink

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

"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

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had