Romans & histoires Blessed Neck Tattoo

“Your neck. There’s a silver moon tattoo there. It wasn’t there before. How the hell…” What the fuck!

Muscles bulged all over their bare backs, tattoos twisted and snaked around over their shoulders, necks, and probably further down their chest. One had a high and messy braid that went from his forehead and all the way down his neck. The sides were skinned. Snake-shaped tattoos decorated one of the sides of his head. The other had a little lighter hair, darker brown. The sides of his head were also shaved down to the skin, but his hair was twisted and formed with leather bands all the way to the middle of his back.

A happy and satisfied smile crept up Phoenix's lips as she stared at the necklace in her hand. " Thank you... Mom. I needed this " She said, and put on the necklace. The necklace had a pendant which was the structure of the Phoenix bird. " Goodbye " Phoenix added and turned, heading to the door. As she turned, the necklace around her neck glowed and so did the back of her neck. A mark more like a tattoo can be seen printed on the back of her neck. The mark was the symbol of the phoenix bird, the same symbol as the one on her necklace...

When her eyes began to look right at the side of her neck where previously on there were two small dots of marks given by Arther there, right now it had turned into a blackish red tattoo on there right now. Kylie drew herself to get more closer to the mirror to be able to see more clearly about how the shape of the tattoo that is right now on her neck right now. A crescent moon tattoo that is blackish red. It looks so much pretty on Kylie's neck about. And suddenly Kylie smiled broadly when she saw the tattoo right on her neck right now. Kylie started to raise her right hand there and started to touch the tattoo in a slow motion. And somehow there was a warm feeling from the tattoo when Kyli

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.

Damn,I’m not a kid anymore, but here I am getting all flustered. "Done." He leaned past me to check himself in the mirror. That was when I noticed the tattoo on his chest– a mermaid, with stars and a crescent moon tangled through her flowing hair. But what really caught my eye was the letter on the lower part of the mermaid’s tail. It said “Nesh.” Or maybe not. The curve of the S and H looked slightly different. Sebastian turned back to me with a grin and kissed my jaw. "Thank you, love."

Somehow, the thorn in his throat was alleviated. "Here, right?" the tattoo artist asked Beckett before touching his neck with their index finger. "Yeah," Beckett nodded. The tattoo artist began to ink Beckett's neck. It symbolized their membership in Foedus. Like that tattoo, their commitment to the Foedus Corporation should be the same. Forever... Or life in exchange. "All those I tattooed earlier have stories behind why they wanted their tattoos in those specific places," the tattoo artist commented while busy with their work. "How about yours?"

Leaving him standing there. "I was going to give it back to you once you return; this pendant seems close to your heart." With a heavy voice, he continues, "But you thought of never coming back; You were going to tie knots with him" saying this an anger was visible in his every motion. Clenching his fists he tried to swallow all wrath. "This is the most precious thing I have; it's the closest to my heart. Wearing this I feel my parents are with me. My mothers necklace, a beautiful blessing." Saying this Keeping the pendant close to my heart, I touched it feeling as if I am close to my mom.

"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.

I shuddered as I watched Ace slowly rid himself of his shirt. Tattoos I hadn't noticed since seeing him came into view. It was everywhere on his skin, the suit did well in covering it. A dragon was running down his shoulder blade to his torso at his back. Both hands inked with tattoos I didn't quite catch. However, the one that caught my eye was a Bible quote running from his earlobe to the nape of his neck. “I can do all things to Christ who strengthens me.” the quote read. I didn't picture Ace to be a religious person or maybe it was just a daily quote. A mantra or something.