Fairy Wing Back Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Mirabella I looked through the tattoos.. But nothing matched with what I wanted to do.. "Where do you want to have the tattoo? " Matilda asked.. There is only one place and that is my back.. I want to change those permanent scars.. I can't get rid of them so I'll make them a part of me.. I shouldn't just let these scars pull me behind.. "On my back... " I replied to her before looking at the artist.. "I want a dragon on my back.. Right on my backbone.. Fierce and bloodthirsty.. And each of the other scars should form a branch that blooms into a rose.. Don't forget the thorns.. "

The words Lyon's Angel in cursive were written over my head, and it was amazing. "Damn, sis, this is great, it's exactly what I had in mind." I looked on in awe. I'd never seen anything like it, except maybe for Colton's tattoos. His art was all fire and tribal symbols, all manly and hot. But this looked very feminine and classy to me, and I couldn't wait to get started. "I have plans for other parts of your body, but that can wait, this is for your back. What do you think?"

Then in a blink of an eye his features became more relaxed and I too felt the tension leaving me as the burning sensation on my arm had all but disappeared. Hesitantly, we both looked down at our arms and we both had a matching tattoo like design that took up our forearms. There was a purple amethyst heart the size of a quarter dollar and there seemed to be echings in the stone...initials. Both the letters, B and D. The amethyst stone had a set of fairy wings on its sides. The wings were like a translucent silver that glistened by a simple move of our hands. There were fine lined gold beams of light coming off of the wings that sparkeled along with the silver. Once again it was a perfect com

Her wing tattoos were on her back in shades of white, greys and blues. Gia walked over to us, her honey brown eyes looking between us as if assessing something, her green peasant dress accentuating her curves as her long, red, curly hair bounced around her shoulders. “Are we stopping soon, Sunama and Huricana might not show it, but they are getting tired.” She asked Tyr.

I'm not trying to act like a mother, or her older sister just like in the past. The little gibberish and designs on her wrist were probably hena too, but for god's sake who would do this to her? She's just nearing fifteen! Why does she have a tattoo? "I'm looking foward to my eighteenth to have a permanent tattoo, I want an angel wings on my back," she grinned and even reached for her upper back where she wanted the tattoo to be placed. I didn't comment on that, I turn off the stove and crouched down for the gas tank. "Do what you want."

Before proceeding to slap a hand on Reigh’s shoulder when the artist stepped back for an ink refill. Reigh grunted in pain, “Dick.” And Taide laughed. The artist returned and I leaned closer to see the tattoo, my amazement made my eyes go wide—the half-drawn art of deep black angel wings covered the upper side of his back. I grimaced as the needle came down on his skin, drawing blood. “Is the needle made of silver?” I asked. The tattoo artist, Taide, and Reigh said “Yes. ” At the same time, and I physically winced.

This time as she shimmied side to side, the top of the robe slid down, exposing her shoulders and upper back. Josie pulled it up, then lifted the back of it, giving him a quick playful flash of her blue thong. Kenny's breath caught when he saw it was little more than string between her cheeks, and he'd just gotten a quick glimpse of her entire ass. She went back to the top, lowering the robe, but this time let it slide all the way down her back. "What the fuck is that?" Kenny rose from behind the camera. On Josie's back, between her shoulder blades was a colorful butterfly tattoo. It was damn big, taking up the entire middle of her back. Above it, in a flowing cursive font was the word 'Beli

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

Aiden, heart clenched with apprehension, stood watch, his unwavering gaze fixed upon her as she writhed within the protective confines of her own magic. In the ethereal dance of light and shadow, Freya's essence pulsated with an otherworldly intensity. From the depths of her being, a tattoo materialized—a fragment of a greater whole, its shape like a slice of pizza, etched in arcane symbols beyond mortal comprehension, beyond Aiden’s comprehension. The tattoo started from her left shoulder(the pointed part of the slice) and cascading down her back. It glimmered and shone stark blue in the dimly lit room.