Hiei Black Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Y-You actually possess such immense power!" Andrew's lips curled into a mocking smirk as the shredded remains of his shirt fell away, revealing his muscular physique. A dark, menacing tattoo of a black dragon with red eyes coiled across his chest, its design vivid and lifelike. "The Blood-Eyed Black Dragon tattoo… That's impossible!" Herman coughed up blood, but he barely seemed to notice. His finger shook as he pointed at Andrew's chest, his entire body trembling with fear and awe. "Forgive me… I was blind to your true status. I didn't recognize you as a member of the royal lineage!" Herman stammered.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

He hurt her enough already. 'I will make you love me Nyra. I will protect you and cherish you like my queen. I promise' he vowed. She should have a tattoo to declare her as mine. "You must have a dragon tattoo on your body somewhere, right?" he asked tentatively. That's his claim on her. He is a dragon himself. He would know what will happen between mates. So it's not a surprise that he would know about the tattoo. "There is an orange dragon on my lower back. I didn't see the clear details about that tattoo. I know it's an orange dragon" she confessed. Drake's doubt solidified. 'She is my mate' he confirmed.

~Lianna Black~ I woke up to the feeling of someone stroking my hair. Hm, his hands are so skillful that I want to stay in his arms and go back to sleep. The warmth radiating from him is penetrating through his white shirt over my body. He smells heavenly, pine forest and even the smell of his expensive Treasurer is being even out by his natural manly scent. Letting my eyes open slightly, I got a glimpse of the intricate inks in his chest where my face lays. As I silently listened to his heartbeat, my fingers itched to trace the beautiful outline of his dragon tattoo. It covers half of his right chest.

The heat there was intense, a steady, thrumming drumbeat. "I am the last Dragon," she whispered fiercely. "Do you know what my blood wants to do every time an Imperial soldier looks at me? It wants to turn them to ash. It wants to melt this entire continent into glass to avenge my mother. But I hold the leash." She leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "You have a leash too, Tristan. But right now, you’re so terrified of the dog, you’re letting it drag you. Tomorrow, we stop running from it. Tomorrow, we train."

He smiled at us as he welcomed us. “I’m Thrasher,” he said with a smirk. “We’re not asking,” Mona surely rolled her eyes as she uttered those words. Thrasher laughed and just shrugged it off. He walked ahead of us towards a table that’s occupied by five more men. They all seemed serious as they saw us. They all stood up. “Nice to see you, Astra,” Black dragon said. I know because of his dragon tattoo on his left bicep. Mitch nodded. “We can skip the introduction. We’re here to know your plan,” she said as she sat down on the far end of the table.

He was sitting on the other rooftop beside her. He raised his hand and the black fog circled his wrists, settling around on his wrist and forming a demonic tattoo on his skin. "Evandros?" She whispered under her breath and stared at him with a light frown on her face. He was far from her so she could not make out his expression clearly but he was looking in front of him. His long black hair was resting on his shoulder and dancing with every gust of wind. His black robe was slightly loosened and he was not having his sword with him.

His broad shoulders taper down into a sculpted waist, framed by defined abs that looked carved out of granite. But what took her breath away completely was his back stretching from his shoulder blades all the way down toward his low slung dark trousers was an intricate, dark, ink-black tattoo of a sprawling dragon, its tail winding dangerously over his hip. He turned around slowly at the sound of the door, his intense blue eyes sweeping over her damp skin and the plush towel clinging to her curves. Celine forgot her superhero pose. She forgot her seductive smirk. She forgot her own name. _____ Author's Note:

One was a rather large phoenix, and the other was a red drake. 'All three of them are from the first seven, but I hadn't realized that he had come back yet. The black dragon's name is Bane, and he's been my mate in every single lifetime. Normally, I can feel it when he decides on a human and can choose one for myself so we can be together, but this time was different.' That made me pause as the huge black dragon in question leaned over, stretching his neck out over almost half the crowd in front of me, causing most of them to cower where they stood. He looked directly at me, seeming to stare straight through me, before his eyes landed on Nova and seemed to soften slightly as she let out some

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.