Hiei Black Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

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 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.”

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.

Did I even fall into the volcano, or was it all in my head? I looked at the sky, and the gigantic shadow of Hydra was confronted by a huge golden dragon. The light emitted by the golden dragon was so bright that I couldn’t even look straight at it. That dragon looked completely different from Yuki. I looked closely and the tattoo on the dragon’s wings was the same as the one on Lead’s wings. I tensed my brows, trying to make sense of things. Hikari, where is he? I looked in the sky, but I couldn’t find him. He was confronting the Hydra the last time I saw him. Where is Yuki?

“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.