Fourth Wing Dragon Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.

When he pulled the shirt off, and turned his back to me to show off his tattooed chiseled body, my breath hitched in my throat. His back was a masterpiece... dark ink sprawling across his muscle and skin like fire captured mid-motion. A phoenix, wings unfurled, rising through shards of shattered glass that shimmered faintly under the lamplight. Each shard was jagged, almost painful to look at, yet beautiful... the kind of beauty born from agony, not just vanity. The wings stretched across his shoulders, feathered and fierce, hiding faint ridges of scars beneath them. The closer I looked, the more I noticed the detail of it... hidden faces within the smoke of the wings, a woman’s eyes drawn s

My jerremy coiled out, wrapping around his butterfly tattoo again, when its purple wings nipped with magic. “Your ink,” I asked, “is that what’s controlling your nature?” “Do you like it? Such a clever tattoo with magic woven into it that hides my Curse, when appearing nothing more than the mark of the Alpha Empire, where the Purple King butterfly is our national emblem,” King spat out, flinching as I reached to touch the tattoo. I instantly pulled back. “I’m sorry, it’s just so…”

’ Alex thought. Without seeing it personally, no one would believe that this dragon was a beautiful, fair maiden just a moment ago… Although Alex possessed thirty-six dragon bone swords, this was the first time he was looking at a living dragon. It left him completely baffled. After circling around Alex, Neela turned into a ray of light and entered his body. Alex was shocked. He quickly took off his shirt. Later, he noticed that a dragon tattoo had appeared on his back. It extended from his waist to his shoulders.

“Shit!” “I keep telling you not to struggle, but your resilience is really impressive.” Startled to find his voice so close, I turned my head to find him leaning down to my height, his face inches away from mine. “You should know when to quit, farfalla, don’t get your wings torn off just yet.” Before I could understand what was going on, Draco had parted the robe from my shoulder slightly before his fingers lightly traced the butterfly tattoo on my shoulder that I had gotten when I was still a naïve sixteen year old girl.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

CHAPTER 11 The Dragon pulled out the toy from inside me with force as he threw it to the ground he ran his fingers through his hair as he paced the room. He utters curse words as he takes a few swings of punches to the far wall. He's acting as if I tainted him with my virginity like I'm some kind of wild animal that just gave him rabies yet here I am still hanging up by my arms that I haven't been able to feel for Quite some time now my legs are also numb and are still chained and spread wide open.

With Aiden staking his claim on her I don’t stand a chance, but could she possibly feel something for me? “I’m thinking a big black dragon with beautiful golden eyes, within a circle, the top half of which is golden Celtic knotwork and the lower half is vines and moonflowers and I want a full moon in there,” Willow says while looking between both Aiden and I for approval. I can understand the black dragon, it’s his club, but the other symbolic aspects I don’t grasp. Not that she knows he’s a dragon, he hides it well, but my gift along with whisperings I hear in the market revealed his true identity to me. He won't be hiding it from her for long if he continues this way. I nod my approval at

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.