Fourth Wing Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Azrael mumbled. I didn’t say a thing and scanned the entire mountain. We are currently riding at the back of the dragon. It is the dragon that became a tattoo on my wrist. Demonise is too wise to keep the dragon’s soul with us. They could help us in the war. From up here, we could see the battalion of warriors walking towards the fourth mountain. Using my sharp sight, I see movements from the fourth mountain. What caught my attention is the aura of one of the diamonds. I’m quite sure that one of the warriors got the diamonds. Who could it be?

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

she said as she quickly withdrew her hand from his; she looked at her arm and saw a very beautiful tattoo of a dragon “What is this?” she asked looking at it “Now you have my powers” he said smiling “What? Do you have to hurt me like that?” she asked “You don’t expect it to be sweet do you? You now have the power of an angel” “Just like that?” she asked “Just like that” he replied “I love the tattoo though” she said looking at it “If there’s any help you need from me, all you need to do is get the blood of a young draw a triangle with the blood then call out my name from inside the triangle

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.

The tremendous presence studied the tattoo on her back. “And what do we have here? I’m in awe there are still worshippers of Dragons existing in this fallen era,” The Lung Dragon known to be Dracsora the Dragon of Discreet emphasized. “Nevertheless, I still don’t care, since you came all the way to my lair just to talk. I deemed your efforts insufficient. Your virtues are all mine." Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap.

Before I could recover from the state he put me in, and cover myself, Draco's hands wrapped around my throat and he pinned me to the bed, and surprisingly he didn't apply pressure. Before I could open my mouth to speak, he flipped me on my back, revealing the full tattoo. There, resting along the dip of my waist where my spine met my tailbone, was the tattoo. Thin black vines stretched across my lower back like sharp, broken wings, spreading from one side to the other. The lines branched out like small veins, meeting at the center of my back. Right above my tailbone sat a small flower, simple but clear, petals opening gently between the dark lines.

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.