Kaido Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

My father grunted slowly, before making his way to Kaya, slightly pushing down the shirt from her shoulder, till it was bare. I saw a red glow and I moved closer to see, eyebrows arching, gasping when I saw a moving dragon tattoo, hissing and snorting as it traveled back up her arm, growling again before resting on her shoulder, disappearing. It then appeared once more growling, traveling off her shoulder as if it had found another invisible opponent disappearing again beneath her clothing. “W-What is that?!” I panted out, eyes wide in surprise I had never seen such magic before.

Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need. “Yes, they are all there,” He smirks before leaning back in his chair. “Did you bring the money?” I nod, reaching beside me into my knapsack and pulling out the largest wad of cash I have ever held. I’m not proud of how I got this, but I am out of options, and sometimes, you must beg, kill, or steal when you are on your last prayer…. and it’s not being answered. I just hope this is all worth it….

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

When I don’t move for a good ten seconds, he shoved the thing in my face. Taking the paper, I turned it over, looking at the sketch. “It looks like Medusa,” Indra says. “Male version of Medusa,” the sketch was as Indra had said, the typical drawing of Medusa, but instead it was a male. His eyes are white, wide and panic stricken. His mouth is covered by a black duct tape, his head full of snakes. “What does this mean?” I asked Jordan. ‘This is Ludo’s tattoo,” he signed, informing us. ‘It’s on the inside of his thigh,’

The others backed up, mumbling under their breaths. Before he could so much as check if she was hurt, pain seared the inside of his left wrist. He cursed and watched in horror as black lines formed on his skin, burning as they merged into a...trinity knot. A symbol he recognized only because of his Irish heritage and the countless Galloway Wiccan documents he'd examined through the years. Slightly larger than a quarter, it branded him like a tattoo. Kaida cried out, grabbing her arm as the same pattern emerged in the same spot on her inner wrist. Breaths soughing, she sat up and glanced from the mark, to him, and back again. "Oh God. Did I...do that?"

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

When things finally settled down, Jim and Magus gazed at Tyr again. Tyr’s top had exploded, revealing his perfectly chiseled upper body. A black Eternal Dragon Tattoo was visible on his upper body. The magnificent beast’s body was wrapped around Tyr’s waist, extending all the way up to his shoulder. It finally crossed over Tyr’s shoulder, with that huge dragon head appearing on his chest. “A black dragon tattoo?” Jim was shocked to see this scene. He looked at Magus, who was standing next to him. He asked in puzzlement, “Master Magus, what’s going on?”

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. His body buzzed with excitement as he drove to his father’s home. He’d not been there for a long time. Being personally invited by his father was high praise. Not even his older brothers were given that honor

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.