Hiei Black Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

I tried to compose myself before looking in his direction again. I looked back at him to already being watched by me intensely. His eyes were the most beautiful contrast I have ever seen, ocean blue with green specks at the surface. I shamelessly drooled over him, until I realized I was too late. I lowered my gaze to his chest only to witness a tattoo, a tattoo of a dragon forging from the fire; on the other side just where the heart resides, written Selene in bold capital letters. I looked away, feeling a pang jealousy from a complete stranger, all the wolves were bowing in front of us, not before us, but...

He cursed as he groggily stood up from his bed, throwing the blanket partly on the bed and the other part on the floor. He spreads his hands apart, stretching his body as his bones cracks up. He was unclad. He had oily tan olive bright skin and his tattoos were a combination of black and red. His tattoo started from his neck down to his waist line, his entire hands were covered with tattoos as well stopping at his wrists. His tattoo at the back was a dragon snake in inferno and the tattoo on his hands were a combination of cobwebs, human skulls and the beast, the ancient fiery dragon.

I mumbled and was about to step out when the car door opened, "Wear this." I heard him say before he threw the black hoodie he was wearing toward me, I turned to thank him but he was already gone. I looked out of the window to glance at him and my body quivered when I saw his broad naked toned backside flexing as he walked away.... His back has a dark scary tattoo of a dragon running down his spine... I wanted to figure out the whole tattoo but some men blocked my view, I bit my tongue to prevent the cuss that wanted to erupt from my mouth and began to wear the hoodie that felt like him, smelled like him and I loved the feel of it.

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

As I make my way down his neck and to his collar bone with my lips, a glimps of a tattoo that moves down his back catches my attention. Rin turns to the left to look at the place that is currently holding my interest before his gaze rises to meet my eyes. “I have a tattoo of a dragon that runs along my back.” His husky voice relays to me just as he lifts himself so he can capture my lips with his own, his fingers digging in to tangle with my curly locks.

I opt for another half-truth instead. “Ah that, well it's a dragon tattoo I've had for some time now.” “Wow really? Can I see the rest of it?” He is almost giddy, and I see a little of the childlike excitement he used to show so rarely. “Well not all, because it reaches from my heart, all around me in a spiral to finish on my hip so can only show you below my chest.” I admonish him, he looks disappointed but there is a cheeky twinkle in his eye too and I realise that, being a guy, he really wanted to see it all.

He paused his ministrations on my neck and with one flick he stripped of his tee. "There, touch me." He groaned and I didn't want any further persuasion. My hands glided over his toned chest, running over the dragon tattoo. "Why is this for?" I asked, my fingertips grazing over the fire tattooed on his abdomen. He bit his lip. "It represents power and victory over bad. I had it engraved when I couldn't take any more of my step-mother's false accusations and controlling nature. I was feeling weak and I needed to feel something. I went to a party and got dunk and somehow landed up in a tattoo parlor. He decided to draw this a sign that I am powerful and can rise from ashes." He paused and grin

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?

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

He was large and bulky and there was a dragon tattoo peeking from his shirt, it stretched out around the back of his neck. Asher had studied whatever he could find about the Dark Wolves, and one of the things he knew about them was that as soon as they came of age, they would get a dragon tattoo. No one was really sure why they did this, since the Dragons were considered their biggest enemy, even more so than the Vampires. It was said that the Dark Wolves hated the Dragons so much due to their incredible strength, they were afraid that the Dragons might be the side to take over the world at one point and they would be too weak to stop them. So they devised a technique of attacking the Dragon