Hiei Black Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

He went down to his knees and he kept screaming as I looked at him. “Don’t,” a voice hissed at me as I took a step forward. Chase stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths and then he stood up and I saw the dragon tattoo covering his back. It was a shade lighter than Lucas’s dragon and I felt immensely proud of him.

I bit my lip hard as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, using his hands to comb his hair backward. His back... fuck. His back was even hotter. My eyes caught the ink on his shoulder blade, a dragon, bold and coiled like it belonged there. Its wings stretched slightly down his spine, detailed with sharp lines and dark shading. It was a tattoo that looked alive, like it was watching me through him. Just below it, a long scar trailed down his lower back and curved slightly toward his waist. It was faded but deep. I wondered what caused such a huge scar.

I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that he was stroking his already hard cock. “I didn’t say that. It’s just.” I dropped my hands to watch what he was doing. Heat coiled low in the pit of my stomach, making me ache for him. “It’s just no one’s ever tattooed their skin with my name.” “The dragons wear your marks, I thought it was only fitting.” He said, his breath hitching as I blew a warm breath over the head of his dick. When he said it like that, I could understand why he would want my name on his body. My demon may seem like a bad boy, but deep down, he was a sweetheart. Looking for someone that would accept him and all that he could give them.

A delighted smile appeared on Dargo's face after he was healed. "Are you both alright?" I asked with concern. "Absolutely, our mate. And now, our mate is waiting for us," Dargo replied happily, causing Ziya and me to blush at his words. I, too, blushed at his remark. I gradually opened my eyes and noticed everyone in the room gazing at me. "Please explain what just happened," I requested, still dazed by the magic. "You now bear the sigil of His Majesty's Dragon on your neck," the priest explained. I realized that a black dragon had been tattooed on Archer's neck. I could feel the warmth radiating throughout my body as I touched it.

It's four in the evening before I find the energy to get ready for work. I put on a black and violet leather and lace corset. The pearl colored eyes of my dragon tattoo peaks out at my shoulders. The tattoo wraps around my body hiding all of my scars. I slip on a pair of black leather pants. To complete my outfit I put on a pair of black four inch heeled boots. The heel is in the shape of a chrome pistol. With the flick of my wrist my long curly raven locks are straight and hangs down to my ass. I put on some mascara and harlot red lipstick. Now I'm ready for work.

He began to move closer to one of my men. "Are you a member of the Black Moon?" He asked looking at him from his head, down to his toe. "Black Dragon!" He shouted the moment he saw the sign on his belt. I could see fear in his eyes, his laugh suddenly turned to a frown.

He sat back up to admire her perfectly sculpted body. Everything about her was mesmerising and enticing, from her long slender legs to the deep curve of her waist, up to her perfectly rounded breasts, his eyes drifted to her dragon mark again, it was truly breath-taking, his eyes then wandered to her Dhampir markings only, she had an extra symbol? He didn’t allow chance for the questions to linger in his head as he looked up at her beautiful, delicate face and looked into her enchanting purple and blue eyes and saw the same hunger there.

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

Unfortunately, it only managed to make things worse. On his eighteenth birthday, he was gifted with a large back tattoo. It was a dragon. It took up his entire back and one of the mythical creature’s claws extended on the back of his neck. He loved it. It was powerful and sexy, and he felt as mythical and untouchable as that dragon himself. His father told him that it was the symbol of their family. He didn’t understand what that meant then. And what it would mean for him in the future. ***

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.