Kaido Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

to go to the city for some new ink myself, let’s go right now!. ‘Right now?’ I asked a bit hesitant. ‘Yes, no time like today’, Kenzo said as he almost ran to the car. We headed to the tattoo shop and the tattoo artists got to drawing right away. He sketched something which looked absolutely perfect. I was a forest with a full moon, with a silhouette of 4 wolves. It would cover most of my upper back, but I didn’t mind. He started right away. It was a big piece which would take hours, but I didn’t mind the distraction. Another artist was busy on Kenzo, he was getting something for his son and a surprise for Keva he said. We had been sitting here for 4 hours now and I was getting hungry, so

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

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. ***

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.

“Emmi, I’m a water dragon and Kano’s dominant gene is water dragon. The dishes are already washed. The boys are just drying them and putting them away. If we had an air dragon, that would be done too." “We’re done with it now,” Kano says walking back out with several coffee carafes, cream, and sugar. He sets it on the table before giving Kawai a high five. Then, he turns and kisses his mate in a kiss that’s so hot that I’m surprised they don’t burst into flames.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

His cardigan was removed as the few top buttons wee open revealing his tornado tattoo. "What does this mean?" She asked she raised her fingers to touch but she couldn't find the courage. "This..." He grasped her fingers and made them graze his tattoo. Even the slightest touch melted her from insides as she gradually traced his tattoo while her hand was still in his when he explained. "...Kaz dared me to have a tattoo because I never liked them. So I decided to go with the decent one. It’s small." "You scared of needles?" Amairah chirped while glancing above at him with teasing eyes.

He is known as the Red Dragon with Black hair; a ethnic Miao man living in Thailand. Cai Kang recalls a conversation with Yuto on the southern Isles that he did meet one who did have white hair. Even with his rampages before getting his yeouiju, he didn't feel the pain from it and he was physically pretty weak even with the rampages thus didn't suffer like the rest as he is physically incapable of feeling it. He became a dragon king only to clear his karma and repent for his past lives before he died a natural death and succeeded in canceling out the bad karma. He's described to be buddha like and is even called the Red Benevolent King. It's a lot of take in but at least it was educational.

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.