Fairy Wing Back Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Your tattoos look so real" he whispered in awe, tracing his finger over the outline of my retracted wings. Humans were funny, they didn't really believe in us Fae, but they had the expectation that our wings were an external appendage. The reality was we could release or retract them at will, allowing us to blend in with the neighboring kingdoms. I propped myself up on my elbows, allowing my eyes to rake over this Adonis. I had picked him up in a human bar hoping for a fun romp in the hay and he had delivered.

he said with a wink. I resisted the urge to melt into a swooning puddle as my mind went completely fangirl on me. He pushed his black hair back from his forehead and downed the lemonade, placing the glass back onto the workbench before he went back to work. From where I stood I could inspect the tattoos which ran down his back; mostly tribal, a pair of wings and a snow covered tree between his shoulder blades.

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

All of turned to look at Marquee and Stasia. “I am a Fairy, like wings and all. I thought I was a Faited but if what Lord Mortifer says in true I am a Jester fairy.” Stasia stated. She turned around her back facing us. Her tattoo started moving, shimmering. The tattoo appeared to come to life. These huge iridescent wings come to life out of the tattoo. The wings were black with speckles of silver. True amazing. I had never met a fairy. Jester or Faited, not sure what that means. I honesty thought they were of fairytales.

His fear spiking as he looked up at her, her face showing no emotions. “No, Anya you belong. I promise just not the way you think.” Derek quickly spoke. “You have a tattoo only fairies carry.” “Thank you.” Anya spoke as she laid him down and walked to the lake. She cleaned the plate as she thought over his words. How could she be a fairy? They were smart, beautiful and not at all clumsy. But in a way it felt right. The forest, fields and gardens, all homes for Fairies and the places she felt the most alive. She felt comfort and joy, something her past lover never understood. She knew about the tattoo on her back but that’s all she thought it was. She knew all of this was her past and maybe t

Once the fairy was handed off, the goblins left; closing the door behind them with smug, backward glances. The seelie woman was completely nude; her clothing had been ripped away much earlier in the evening. She had pale, golden skin which had already been cut in numerous places by razor-sharp, obsidian blades. Her thin arms dangled pitifully from the thick ropes and her legs buckled beneath her. On her back was a pair of delicate wings; translucently shimmering peony pink and pea pod green. There were dark brown veins running through them, like dragonfly wings but thicker. One wing was broken and hanging uselessly at her side but the other flopped frantically as if it could carry her away a

“Oh sorry, Lord Beike. I missed a few spots and only managed to shave your right chin. Do you want me to help you with your left chin?” Lord Beike gritted his teeth as he looked at me with rage burning in his eyes. But it made me smiled even wider. Lord Beike took back the dagger to his hand and put it behind his back. He waved his hand and voila! His beard was complete again. “Even after many years, you’re still after my beard Queen Fae.” “But now, I managed to just shave your beard and not cut your neck. Wouldn’t that be a pity if I did?”

“It goes away after a few weeks.” Her eyes lit up. “Can I get one too?” Rosa ruffled her hair. “Of course, princess.” We picked our designs—Rosa chose an intricate floral pattern for her wrist, while I opted for a delicate crescent moon on my ankle. Francesca, of course, insisted on butterflies on both hands. As the artist worked, Rosa smirked at me. “We should get real tattoos next time.” I scoffed. “I don’t think Alaric would be thrilled if I came home with a full sleeve.”

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.