Fourth Wing Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

All possible futures where we might still be together will be permanently lost. Taking flight, I skip all intermediate forms and flash into my fourth form, arriving underneath him at the speed of light, a bright golden ray of winged sunshine, blinding the feathered guards hovering around their queen. In the space of a breath, I solidify, changing from my less substantial fourth form into the more dependable, solid form of a large beast of flame and starlight, my dragon wings spread wide. Snatching my mate from the sky with black-tipped talons as dark as midnight, I hold him lightly but securely, protecting his fragile, precious form.

I grasped the back of Drac’s head and fused our mouths together as he slowly started to move. I didn’t know if I could last much longer. I tightened my core, ready to explode, when Drac stopped. Whimpering, I tried to force him to move. He refused to budge. He waited as he just kissed me slowly and then moved even slower. I groaned and drove my hips up to meet him. I started to spasm as he sped up his thrust. He contained my whimpers with his mouth as he started to slam even harder into me. My left hand fisted into his hair, as my right clawed at his back, and my legs wrapped around his waist. A moment later I saw the fourth of July as Drac and I came together. Our bodies were fused as one a

“Unless you kneel. In the mirror, Mamá’s face slowly shifted into mine. My reflection twisting and contorting—the dragon tattoo on my neck, my mark, replaced by the black butterfly sigil. Its skull wings seeming to burrow beneath my flesh, swallowing my identity. “This is your legacy, mijo. Lead my men. Rule at my side. Or… The mirror cracks, a sharp, spiderwebbing fracture shattering into a thousand black butterflies that swarm Dru. Their razor wings tearing at her flesh.

“As my daughter, you’re an elemental conjurer. Being elemental is hereditary, and there is no way the blood-” “I’m not talking about me inheriting your abilities, I’m talking about me being here in my condition. If I am an elemental conjurer like you, I’ll most likely be a fire or air conjurer.” I frown, staring at the tattoos on his bare hands. The familiar tattoo of a flaming dragon is coiled around one wrist, while on the other is a tattoo of a white bird resting on the top of his palm, underneath the bird is a white line of strings flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm.

“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.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

When things finally settled down, Jim and Magus gazed at Tyr again. Tyr’s top had exploded, revealing his perfectly chiseled upper body. A black Eternal Dragon Tattoo was visible on his upper body. The magnificent beast’s body was wrapped around Tyr’s waist, extending all the way up to his shoulder. It finally crossed over Tyr’s shoulder, with that huge dragon head appearing on his chest. “A black dragon tattoo?” Jim was shocked to see this scene. He looked at Magus, who was standing next to him. He asked in puzzlement, “Master Magus, what’s going on?”

It was stunning. I looked to my collarbone and saw the abstract swirls of sunrise that slowly faded into sunset. In the sunrise portion of the colours I could see the shape of his wolf, it curved and fit the shape of my breast, the swirls and strokes of colour covering the side of my breast. Where the colours darkened into sunset there was the form of his dragon in flight, the swirls and strokes of colour stopping at my hip. It was a large mark and it was absolutely stunning. It perfectly matched him and I was so proud to have it on my skin.

the dragon warrior informed Damien before he turned to face me and smirked. "You can leave us, all of you," Damien dismissed all three women in the room, who were all younger dragon ladies that I knew weren't his mate. Damien rose from the bed, picked up his towel, and wrapped it around his waist, with his back and hard buttocks facing me. I didn't see his shaft, not that I cared to see what he had. "You didn't let your fellow North dragons know that you're fit and here entertaining the women when you should be out calming your colleagues?" I questioned him. He laughed and turned to face me, revealing a tattoo of a black flying dragon on his chest.

“And that tattoo, of course.” I start visualizing my body with it, and I feel like it would really look good on my thigh. I could get something symbolic. Something that perfectly describes my situation. A bird, to symbolize my freedom, but not just any bird. A phoenix. Rising from my ashes because it’s exactly what I’m starting to do. “Yeah,” I say. “I think it’d look great.”