Blessed Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Chapter 46 The tattoo depicted a slender silver ring, its surface meticulously detailed to reflect its gleam and character. Around its circumference, intricate symbols, intertwined hearts and delicate infinity loops created an artistic dance of unity and something…powerful, supernatural and extraordinary. The shadows and highlights in the design gave the illusion that the ring was truly resting upon her neck, a timeless adornment that spoke of a bond beyond words. How did she not see this? It was understandable that she wouldn't see it on her own neck, but what about Noah's neck?

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

It was the tattoo! On this picture there is a long drawn tattoo on his neck....

I looked nothing like my usual self. I couldn't help but blush as I remembered that Casper had seen me this way. My mind drifted to the mark on my neck, and I reached up to touch it. I was surprised to feel that it had already healed. In its place was a tattoo of a full moon, surrounded by a ring of stars. “This is beautiful!” My fingers danced around the mate mark. I adjusted the shirt on my body to give me a full view of my neck, when I saw the series of hickeys on my collarbone, which made me scream.

Fear gripped him, he hadn’t had a tattoo in his life. "I don’t want a tattoo," he replied, and his gaze landed on Jake’s neck. He spotted a red tattoo of Ashley’s name on his neck, and shivers ran down his spine. He tilted his head, staring at Chris in the driver’s seat, and also spotted the same tattoo on his neck. He subconsciously touched his neck.

touched the spot between her neck and shoulder, “It’s going hurt. After I bite you, a mark will appear there and it will be similar to a tattoo. It’s a way to show people that we are mates and it will also be one of a kind. No one else will bare the same markings. They are unique to every mated pair of wolves.” Her eyes got slightly bigger and she bit her bottom lip as I watched her think on what I just said, “So do I mark you too?” Her question made me stop to think. How would she mark me? She has no canines and she is not a wolf. The Goddess must know a way but I couldn’t outright ask her, “I’m not too sure. I didn’t even think of that. I’m guessing we will just see how it goes and work f

The collar at her throat glowed lavender, warm and alive. Nyxios took off her collar and led her to his bedside mirror. Under where the collar was, a delicate ring of light purple tattooed her skin. It was a magic circle. He pulled down his night shirt. A matching band was on Nyxios’s neck. His medium short hair touched the edges of the mark.

In that very moment, I grew suspicious. “To whom we pledge our allegiance,” she yelled. “To whom we pledge allegiance,” the others chanted. “To the remnant of the earth and the sea, to the one who is, to the one who keeps our souls!” They all curtisied. The woman shook her head and turned, heading towards the steps. And then, I saw it. The tattoo. A snake on a pole, just behind the woman’s neck,was safely tucked away by the collar of the dress and cloak.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."