Fourth Wing Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

Like a majestic dragon. “Alexi come here you have to see this.” Alexi walked into the room and watched in awe as my fire dragon flew around the room. It came back to me and wrapped it self around my arm. And imprinted itself in my arm. It now looks like at a tattoo. “Wow what was that. You have a dragon tattoo. That is so bad ass. How did you do that?” Alexi asked. “I just combined my light magic with my fire magic.” I said.

He didn't realize that the joy Raymond felt when he was called by his name had created a new feeling within Ravi, like many butterflies flying out of his chest. "Ravi?" Ravi woke up from his reverie, seeing Raymond tilting his head in confusion, one of his eyes shining brightly. Ravi licked his dry lips and shifted his body away from Raymond. The intense scent of chocolate still filled Ravi's lungs. "Yes. So, can your wings make you fly?" Raymond's smile faded, and he shook his head slowly. "No, they're just decoration. I'm the only one like this. If I were a full elf, I could use them to fly, but these wings aren't strong enough to lift my body."

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Her face was flushed, her skin dripping with sweat as she took off the last bit of her clothes, throwing the crimson leather dress aside until it pooled on the floor, leaving just her clean, colored fur tracing her silhouette. As the fabric fell away completely, the dim light caught the intricate dark ink stretching across her skin—the sharp, unmistakable lines of a two-headed dragon, its coils wrapping tightly around a massive, lethal sword carved right down the center of its form. The tattoo was a violent, beautiful testament to exactly who she was and what she had survived to claim this throne.

“Do not look me in the eye without permission.” “Why?” she shot back. “Afraid I’ll see the coward hiding?” He stilled, a dangerous coldness washing over him. With lethal calm, he unbuckled his belt. Letting it fall slightly, revealing the stylish falcón tattoo, wings spread across his hip. A permanent claim. “Rule Four,” he said softly. “Every act of rebellion earns a chain. Every escape attempt, every defiance. Fight me, princesa, and I will brand my sigil here.”

“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

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

In the left portion of his chest, lies a blue dragon that was emitting fire from its mouth. It looks much like a tattoo to me, except that, it was moving. The mark on his chest is moving! His tattoo fascinated me so much, I had to stop myself from touching it. "What was that?!" I exclaimed when another set of marks appeared on his chest along with the dragon. The mark shows two swords crossing against each other behind the blue glowing creature. "This is the mark of prophecy, the dragon symbolizes the fated savior, and this two crossing swords behind it, symbolizes us, your guardians."