Fairy Wing Back Tattoo Novels & Stories

And just when I thought her acts were all rubbish, I saw the tattoo protruding from her back slowly. I gasped back in shock and couldn't believe my eyes. It was a. . . “You're a fairy,” I said, pointing at her wings. As she turned around, I saw that a kind of wing scale (or something) had covered her breast in a way one could never tell she was naked. “This is. . .” “I know, I know; it's horrible,” said Dorothy with a smile. However, she was wrong. “No, not at all. It's beautiful!”

The skin around the new tattoo was red like he had actually sat in a tattoo chair for hours getting it done. “What is it?” He was starting to sound more excited than in pain. “Holy crap. It’s a black dragon with huge wings on your spine in between your shoulder blades.” Ajax answered him looking a bit jealous. “And the four elements around it. Water, Earth, Fire, and Wind.” Wilder sounded amazed as he got a closer look. “It seems my granddaughter isn’t just a regular Fae. She has all the elements.” “Awesome. Now can someone tell me what mine is?” I was exhausted and it was barely afternoon.

“I want wings, but not little ones…I want the top of them to be bones and the rest to be feathers..I want them to wrap around my legs and hips to my stomach…I also want them across the backs of my arms and in between them I want two white wolves facing each other…one with a blue dragon on its left shoulder and the other with a purple dragon on its chest…and each one is to have a gold crown above with sapphire gems in the crown above the wolf with purple dragon and dark purple gems in the crown above the wolf with the blue dragon on its shoulder.“ Elleanna said as she stretched out her arms so Red could do the work. “Oh that’s a sweet tattoo….” Red said with a smile before she started working

A black feather stretched across my shoulder blade. For a moment I just stared at it. A tattoo? No. That wasn’t possible. My hands shook slightly as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I turned fully toward the mirror. My breath left me in a soft gasp. My entire back was covered in them. Black wings. Not real wings. But something that looked almost as if they could be. Every feather was etched perfectly across my skin, layered and detailed in a way that made them look alive. The dark feathers shimmered faintly with streaks of iridescent blue that caught the morning light.

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

She asks, and I nod. “Well, that is a one sexy fairy….” She smirks, and I blush slightly. I get so flustered whenever she says things like that because I am in no way sexy. Beautiful? Sure, I can accept that, but she’s definitely the sexy one. My little fairy was the second tattoo I ever got after my butterfly. They kinda were a set deal. Well, all of my tattoos have a special meaning, even the one on my butt that both Lia and I got when we were drunk. I would usually be embarrassed by something like that, but since she has my name on her butt, I can live with it.

I chuck on my black and green trainers and put on a bit of mascara. I look myself over in the mirror and twirl around. The large phoenix tattoo sitting on my back full on display when I pull my hair up into a bun. The phoenix is made up with whisks of black, brown, red, orange and yellow, like she just flew out of the flames. Her wings span across my shoulder blades and her head looks down to her tail that spreads down my spine and across my lower back. I got the tattoo a week after my nineteenth birthday, the damn thing cost me a small fortune. Looking back on it though my bird is worth every euro I spent on it. The intense colors saturated perfectly and the detail is outstanding.

The scary roommate got these weird tattoos on his back, lighting up the entire freaking prison cell. Grumbling to myself, I stand up, walk over to the man, and take off my filthy dress. I can put it back on tomorrow after I've gotten some sleep, but for now, I have to cover this man's glowing back. I bend forward, only to freeze when two iridescent wings stretch out from the man's back. At first, I think I'm hallucinating and reach out to touch one to test that theory—it turns out the wings are real. Oh-my-god, my roommate is a freaking fairy!

His pleasurable moan as he spills into me shoots desire to my own lower core. “Evelyn…I….” His breathing is sharp as he pulls me back to him, tasting his own remnants on my lips. “Ssshh…we should head back…” I smile gently at him, letting him know words aren’t necessary at this very moment. He stands walking around me, giving me a full display of his well built ass. The tattoo on his back is never hard to miss, it covers from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, back rib to back rib. I’m still not sure it’s an angel or an eagle, it’s seems to be a mixture, but what does catch my eye is the name under one of the wings.

It was beautiful and so captivatingly dangerous. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, and my breath caught. There was another tattoo high on his chest, near his collarbone. It looked like writing in a language I didn’t understand—maybe Russian—all sharp, elegant lines. But the most striking one was on his back. It wasn't fully visible; a large portion of it, running down his spine, was covered by what looked like… newer skin? It was smoother, shinier, as if it had been sealed over on purpose. The parts I could see were dark and complex, like the edges of a massive, hidden wing or a broken symbol. The mystery of it made me desperately curious. What tattoo did he have on his back and why d