Blessed Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

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.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

Ain't it fun? Nataliad dances again, of course, sexily dancing on the beat. She was still tweaking her hair up, teasing me more to reveal her bare back and neck. I noticed that she had a tattoo on the lower back of her neck. It's small, but I can clearly see what it says. Her tattoo says, "Hakuna Matata." Nice! Is it just a coincidence? Because I also have a tattoo like that on the back of my hips and a symbol on the back of my neck. ‘Meant to be? Yay!’ Okay, so what? Just with matching tattoos, does that mean we are meant to be? That’s absurd!

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

The ones lined around and up his arms were normal. But the ones the crawled up to his back, shoulders and neck didn’t look ordinary. On the side of his back, crossing to his shoulder and a certain path that crawled up to his neck looked like a chained bird that got loose. That loose chain was the crawling one on his neck. “What does this tattoo mean?” I asked, hoping he’d answer me. Martil sighed, puffing smoke into the room. “It’s an Omertà.” “What’s that?” The name itself sounded strange.

Adam’s head whips around to us at that moment and I hear him growl as he sees Jackson’s mark on my neck. “We all know that only a fated mate would have a mark that heals into a tattoo. I am proud to show you our marks,” he says turning his neck. I had not realized they had healed already, and I look at his mark feeling a sense of pride at what I see. There are two wolves standing beside each other. One lighter color depicting my wolf and a darker one, I assume depicting Jackson’s wolf. What makes me emotional is the Moon Goddess herself standing above the wolves giving them her blessing. It is rare to see that type of mark and I know it reflects a special bond. Mine would be identical

The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder about the stories behind those empowering lines. The ink on her skin seemed to carry a profound message, inviting me to embrace my true self without reservations. Then came the third tattoo, just beneath her right breast, a declaration that struck a chord within me – "Always Choose Happiness." The placement seemed intentional, emphasizing the importance of finding joy in life. As she turned towards me to reveal it, a strange sensation enveloped me, a mix of warmth and a fluttering in my chest. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken connection as her words lingered in the air.

he tells me as he rushes back to his desk for his phone. He takes a photo of my neck and passes his phone to me. I gasp when I see what is on my neck. The mark itself is a watery silver colour, two wolves engulfed in purple flames within the moon. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I hold my neck, thanking the Moon Goddess for yet another gift.