Blessed Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

he asked her suddenly but in a low whisper. Hearing his answer, she looked at him. This time his wide, muscular and tattooed chest could not escape from her sight. Various tattoos were made on his chest and as she had once seen in the corner of his neck, it was a kind of horrible but bold tattoo laid on his neck. Actually it was a tattoo of a phoenix bird that started with his muscle but the texture of its long wings was reaching his neck. And at that moment also, she had only seen the wings of that bird because his body was covered with his shirt.

“The tattoo she’s drawing on your skin will connect you to a bird. You can always send it information.” He held his hand out, showing me the tattoo on his arm. “I have the same one as well. This means the bird is reserved for just you and me. once our use of it is over, the tattoo will naturally fade away” The woman stepped back as she finished. “If you wish to convene it, all you have to do is speak its name, it will answer.” Her voice was gentle, yet carried an air of worship. She turned to my father, eyes searching for confirmation. He gave a slow, solemn nod, the weight of unexpressed memories shadowing his expression. A strange cold ran down my spine, the solemnity of their words sinkin

This was the number of people that Keagan could gather in such a short time. However, Nessa had never seen all of these people. “No.” She shook her head and then described the other men that she saw. “…he was bulkier and had a tattoo on his neck.” “A tattoo?” Keagan raised his brows. It was almost impossible to tattoo a shifter due to their healing ability; most of the tattoos wouldn’t last for long. “I don’t know what kind of tattoo, but I am sure his neck was inked.” Keagan nodded and then patted her head. “Good job for recognizing the details.” He then made another phone call to his beta and told him about the tattoo.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

Irresistible. He wore simple black shorts. No shirt covered his upper body. His muscular chest was fully exposed. Defined abs stretched down his torso. His body looked strong and masculine. A tattoo covered part of his shoulder and extended toward his chest. It looked ancient. Like a symbol of authority. Around his neck rested a luxurious customized necklace. Its design was unique. Beautiful. Elegant. I recognized it immediately. Only one person in the world could own such a necklace. It was specially created by the most famous designers in the world. A masterpiece worth nearly one million dollars.

He's shirtless, looking so hot with the dark tattoos and thick muscles as he licked his wet lips. His nose stud stood s*xily on his nose. Of all the tattoos on his body, the most significant one is one of a large snake, sitting on his chest with the stem of a poisonous flower in it's widely open mouth. He looked down at Jezebel who's still lying in bed, waiting for the next shit, then he began unbolting his belt, ready to pull out his meat. Jezebel smiled largely, ready to have him hard again. She's the gang b**ch, the only lady who never gets tired of the boss's d**k.

I remarked, holding up my wrist, ‘Dante’ was written alongside one of my previous tattoos. She smiled pulling me close by my necklaces. Seems she likes to treat them like my fucking leash, not that I minded. I was hers. "They’re beautiful…." She said, tracing her fingers over my face, her heart thudding as she fought back her tears. "Don’t… I only want you to cry out of fucking pleasure…" I murmured. "These are tears of happiness. How did I get so lucky to have found you?" "I think I'm the one that got lucky, but I’m going to fucking embrace it." I kissed her neck passionately, not leaving even an inch free from my touch.

When Alpha Caprius smiles and extends his hand, I almost stop breathing. “Yes, sir.” I manage to whisper and give him my right hand. The Alpha’s hand feel warm and large when he twists my hand to reveal my wrist. “Alpha Caprius Strigon, 10th Alpha of pack Strigon, hereby grant this wolf my blessing to leave the boundary.” I wince in pain when the Alpha dug his nail into my wrist, drawing out blood as soon as he removes it. As blood pours out, it begins to seep into the skin around my wrist, forming a circular red tattoo.

He really doesn’t know and the others can’t tell me cause they got no fucking tongues! “Lorenzo.” Beast’s voice catches my attention. “WHAT?!” I snarl at her, baring my canines in warning. “Don’t give me this shit. – she sneers, flashing her red eyes – I was trying to tell you that the human has something on his fucking neck!” She spits angrily, glaring at me. How I fucking hate this woman. I turn to the human in question, staring at his neck to see what the hell Beast saw there. Then I notice it. The tattoo. It’s the ancient emblem of the Alpha King.

I heard Felix ask, his eyes focused on the little bundle in his arms. “I haven’t a fucking clue…” my dad had an equal look of puzzlement on his face, but both of them looking happy non the less. “What will fade?” I inquired as I got closer. My dad looked up and smiled at me, turning my sister slightly so I could see her. “Nix.. She.. Well.. Look..” he finally sighed as he rolled back the edge of a pink blanket to let me look. A small silver star that was almost like a tattoo was at the temple of my sister, Nix’s blessing leaving a trace behind that seemed to glow and pulse on its own. “And here too.” Felix showed me his boy, a similar marking yet in gold resting in the same place.