Fourth Wing Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

My body was burning at this point. And then, as if he couldn't bear the torture, he came closer to me. His chest pressed against my breasts, as he traced his finger along the swell of my breast along the sword tattoo. "Beautiful," he groaned as he bent closer to my collarbone, where I had a small tattoo of a dream bird's wing, with the words Fly written on it. He sucked on my tattoo was until I was writhing in pleasure. "I have found four," he murmured as he grabbed my hips in his hands and pulled me closer to him.

The next few days passed by in a blur, with Dorian and I meeting up nearly every night and exploring a new piece of the Fafner Palace as well as getting the announcement of the next challenge. On the first night we agreed to meet in front of The All Mothers statue that was at the center of a grand fountain behind the Central Palace. I had gotten there before him and turned to look at the Goddess while I waited. She was in a flowing gown that looked like a river of stone with a crown of flowers and stars in her eyes. On her right shoulder was a small dragon with lavender eyes and its tail wrapped around the All Mothers neck. Another small little dragon with teal eyes was encircling her left a

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.

It's four in the evening before I find the energy to get ready for work. I put on a black and violet leather and lace corset. The pearl colored eyes of my dragon tattoo peaks out at my shoulders. The tattoo wraps around my body hiding all of my scars. I slip on a pair of black leather pants. To complete my outfit I put on a pair of black four inch heeled boots. The heel is in the shape of a chrome pistol. With the flick of my wrist my long curly raven locks are straight and hangs down to my ass. I put on some mascara and harlot red lipstick. Now I'm ready for work.

I lowered the glass of the window to see her glaring at me. "What do you want now?" "Get in." "What?" She almost shouted. "Are you really ordering me right now? You know next time you wanna talk to me, talk to me with respect. This tattoo ain't a fancy symbol." She pointed to the dragon painting on her arm. I chuckled. She was definitely trying to be her old self again. Except she never changed... "And what does that got to do with me?" "A dragon symbolizes dominance, strength, ambition, authority, dignity and capacity. And we prefer to live by our own rules, and despite that we've never failed. We're driven, unafraid of challenges and we're willing to take risk. We're respected and we're fe

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

Then he looked at the fourth one and just waited. The fourth one stepped back. Smart. The referee rang the bell. The crowd went loud. The man stood in the middle of it all, chest rising and falling, sweat gleaming under the lights, and looked completely unbothered. Like he had just taken a short walk. Then I saw his forearm. The tattoo. Dark ink, detailed, curling up from his wrist toward his elbow. A dragon, scales and lines I could actually make out now in the better light. My breath left my body.