Fairy Wing Back Tattoo Novels & Stories

His worn and threadbare T-shirt provided little resistance as Timothy's grab tore it down the middle, causing it to flutter apart. For a split second, everyone saw the huge tattoo on Elio's back. It was so big that it almost covered his whole back. The tattoo depicted a vivid scene—a sky ablaze with flames, with a majestic phoenix spreading its wings wide as it soared. The colors were strikingly bright, exuding a sense of power and vitality, reminiscent of a phoenix's triumphant rebirth, appearing almost lifelike in its intensity. As Elio moved, the phoenix looked like it was about to fly right off his back.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

A smile I couldn't resist. I sighed softly as I turned over. I turned my head to the side and let her pull my T-shirt off completely. She climbed back on my body, sitting just below my ass. I felt her fingers trace the two angel wings across my back. They were filled in black and had been done sharply. "They are beautiful," she breathed out softly. Her touch was slow and I really loved the feeling. "What does this say?" she asked as she ran her fingers across my lower back. The words there were written in Latin, and they were just under the wings.

he asked, and Drake nodded. “Which makes this one,” I pointed to the final symbol, the one with the Celtic design on, “The faerie one?” “Indeed, it is.” I looked over to see Brighid walking over to us. She was now in a long, flowing green dress with a paler green shawl around her shoulders. She turned around and her skirt swirled up around her legs. With her back to us, she dropped the shawl to the floor and revealed that the dress was backless. But that wasn’t what brought a gasp from my mouth. On her back was an intricate design that looked Celtic in nature. It seemed to spread out across her back and into her dress. At the centre of the design was the symbol for the divine order of the fa

"Oh, do you mind if I..." I knew exactly what he wanted to do, "You can," I permitted and not even a second later I could feel the pads of his fingers trace the tattoo I had gotten about a two years ago. It was a pair of wings that spanned across my entire back. I could still remember the pain of the needle as it pierced the sensitive scar tissue that day but I fought through it. The tattoo represented something to me, something I once had. "It's beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing the design on the small of my back, "why did they take your wings away?"

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

She had a tattoo of a little blue bird on her ribs that I hadn’t noticed before. Tracing the delicate wing with my fingertip, I asked, “What does this represent?” “It’s an Australian Fairy Wren. My parents were big into ornithology, hence mine and my brother’s names.” She looked down at the tattoo. “It reminds me of them.” I leaned forward to kiss it. She shivered, her hands coming to rest in my hair. I drifted my mouth lower down her stomach, kissing her hip bones and the top of her mound. Her hips flexed into my mouth when I did that, and I smiled.

She instructed as she got off me, and I looked at her, puzzled. "I want to see your tattoos clearly. " She added with a smile. A smile I couldn't help but be drawn to. I let out a deep breath and flipped over. I turned my head to the side, letting her take off my T-shirt. She got back on top of me, settling just below my hips. I could feel her fingers moving along the two angel wings tattooed on my back. They were filled in with black and had sharp edges. "So pretty," she said softly. Her gentle touch felt amazing.