Kaido Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

"She's got dragon blood. But this kind usually skips generations." The factory went silent except for Herston's labored breathing. "That's impossible." Jamie's voice was barely a whisper. "Dragons are extinct." "Are they?" Kade pulled off his shirt. Across his back was a tattoo spread from shoulder to shoulder. Not just any tattoo. It was that of a dragon with its wings spread, done in silver ink that seemed to move. "I'm A Dragon Guard. I have been for ten years. My job is to find and protect the remaining bloodlines."

"Just like I thought, you are mated to one of those hotheads," "Mated? Like destined to be with them forever?" "Yes. The tattoo simply means you are mated to a dragonoid. Dragonoids are one of the rare creatures of fire, born with limited access to heat. Only their kings have the power to shift into a real dragon. I'm sure you know Ace, he is one of them; one of the strongest to say the least. They don't usually have mates, they simply fall in love and get married or just get married without love. But when the dragon of their fire marks a mate out for them—"

His chest was covered in beautiful tattoo’s, a dragon on one side and a wolf on the other. He smiled, seeing me appreciate his art. "Are you staring at my abs or at my tattoo’s’, he joked. "They represent me, my wolf side and my human side. My family is originally from Japan, so that’s why I chose the dragon," he said sounding more serious than normally. They really were beautiful. "I have always wanted to get one, but I didn’t have the time or money." I told Kenzo. "When everything settles down I’ll take you to get one, my treat," he said.

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—’

“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.

Kieran wheezed, this time rubbing the head of the dragon tattoo that peeked over his shoulder. He turned around so I could see it. It was a gorgeous piece of work, a flame-colored dragon highlighted in gold with its wings spread in flight across his back. “Why don’t you want to go home?” I asked. “Aren’t your people suffering?” “I… don’t really have my dragon right now,” he finally admitted. I blinked. “What?” “My dragon has been chained,” he explained. “Bound, restrained, asleep, subdued, whatever you want to call it.”

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

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.

Well, he is the general and he can do anything The moment I step out of the house, I see him far off in the open space and I make my way to him. His back is to me, he has a huge tattoo of a dragon on his back. That must be Ivar, his dragon. For a moment that dragon reminds of me of the coatyl tattoo on Bastian’s back. I quickly shake my head to dispel such thoughts, I shouldn’t be thinking about him now. “Cahir” I call out to him and he stops training before he turns to face me.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.