Fourth Wing Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

All four of them were great masters! The Azure Dragon was a skinny looking middle-aged man who had a green dragon tattooed on his neck. Although he sat quietly and did not speak much, his strong aura was hard to dismiss. The Vermillion Peafowl was a woman in her thirties which caused Darryl’s eyes to brighten the moment he laid eyes on her. She was dressed in a burgundy long dress with dark red hair which nicely complemented her alluring body and appearance. However, an air of danger lingered around her presence which made her seem dangerous to approach just like an enchanting snake.

The glow is red meaning it is yet to be fulfilled. "The start of the end is approaching But it will end a lie. It must remain a lie" A voice spoke to his head with a deep masculine voice. He heard these words before but it had abruptly stopped so he didn't get to hear the rest. "The wings must spread across the world One will appear and disappear for a moment. Another will appear and disappear for an eternity. One is destined to fall if the other must fly" Cai Kang was confused. Wings? "The wings beats differently yet parallel

Mina said in a voice Blaze didn't recognized, the dragon on her arm was moving up and down her arm like a snake. Mina turned away from him, outstretched her arm, the dragon tattoo jumped out of her arm, and landed right in front of her. It was the size of a horse, Mina used it's wing to climb onto her. The purple mini dragon took off towards Charms, her dragon setting werevamps on fire as she went. “I KNOW YOU FUCKING LYING, WHERE THE HELL YOU GET A DRAGON HORSE FROM AND WHY THE HELL WE AIN'T GET ONE!” Ji’lahni yelled, as Mina flew over their heads killing the werevamps and aliens that were surrounding them.

“I call upon to open your doors … a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” A flash of blue light marked his chest with a six-pointed star. “King’s Legacy.” Blue strings of alar burst out of the glowing triangle in his chest, all dancing around him, then compressing to form dragon wings at his back. He looked up, seeing Eli ascending into the dark clouds. With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings.

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.

My fingertips tingle where they rest against the cool mattress, the magic beneath my skin restless, like an animal pacing its cage. The dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades pulses with a life of its own, warmth spreading outward from the design in rippling waves. I reach back, tracing the outline I know by heart—the sinuous curve of tail, the spread of wings, the proud arch of neck. It feels different under my fingers, raised like a fresh brand rather than the decade-old ink it is.

I said. He grabbed his iPad and turned it on, swiped a few times, and handed it over to me. This was it. It was exactly the kind of tattoo I saw. A dragon, a rather small one, was curled up weirdly and he seemed to have three wings and three legs and it was spitting fire. “This is it. It is exactly what I saw.” I said.

Even the claws, depicted with sharp precision, seemed ready to rend stone or flesh with equal ease. The dragon's wings were a masterpiece of artistry, spanning wide across Phoenix's back. The wings were composed of leathery membranes stretched between elongated bones. Veins and ridges crisscrossed the membranes, giving them an appearance that suggested aerodynamic efficiency. As Astrid's gaze trailed down from Phoenix's back to his forearm, she discovered another piece of art etched into his skin. A Celtic knot design graced his arm, its elaborate twists and turns captivating her attention like a labyrinth of ancient lore.

"It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear

Her eyes had widened at first when I took my jacket off and her gaze landed on the tattoos on my arms. “Take your shirt off please.” I complied and she swiveled her finger and I turned around so she could look at my dragon. “Uhm … I’ll be right back.” She hastily left the tent and I sat back down on the bed. My dragon was an anomaly, something unheard of and not seen by many. She probably had no idea what division to put me in. She appeared ten minutes later with a doctor, a man dressed in a green tracksuit and another man in a suit. I stood up as they entered the tent and the man in the suit took his glasses off. “Good morning Wynter, may I call you Wynter?”