Blessed Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

“This is an initiation, for you to never betray your alpha again. This is your second chance now so do not fail us. One wrong move and this tattoo will electrify you.” Maximus' deep voice said. When they were finished, Mark returned to the crowd and Ace focused on me now. Maximus grabbed my hand and made me hold Ace’s hands. Maximus then grabbed a big necklace made of white beads and put it on our heads as he muttered something in the Latin language again. Ace’s hands were warm, opposite to my cold ones and I gripped his hand tightly, feeling cold from the sudden breeze. A thunder emitted from the sky but Maximus continued.

“Please, calm down, it's not what you're thinking I pro-” “Your promises are as worthless to me as you life so you better save your breath for explaining else it might be your last!” “I swear I'll tell you everything. Just don't hurt me, please...” She turned her head to the side which exposed her neck to me and I instantly let go of her like I was being scorched by fire. I walked backwards while eyes remained trained on her neck like I couldn't believe what I had just seen. That tattoo on her neck, I’d know it anywhere.

“Thank you, Alpha. Thank you so much. I swear I’ll do anything to prove my innocence.” I nodded once before signaling for the guards to remove him. As they escorted him out, my eye suddenly went to his neck region. I noticed it instantly—something that didn’t sit right. There, on Blake’s neck, was a mark. A tattoo. A crimson crescent moon etched into his skin. My heart skipped a beat. It was unmistakable. That was Damien’s pack crest. Only his Royal Guards had tattoos like that. “Stop right there!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the air. The guards froze, their hands still on Blake as they turned toward me.

he smirks. “I had a good teacher” I said against his skin, kissing the crook of his neck. I release my hand that was in his hair and start buttoning his shirt clumsily. I pressed my hand flat over his hard chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart while kissing from his shoulder over to his chest. I spotted a small Italic tattoo right under his breastbone, and my eyes widened in surprise. Nathan with a tattoo is unbelievable. I trail my index finger over the words that were written in a language that I did not understand.

She had only glimpsed parts of it before, but even from across the room she could see the design. A two-headed eagle. “What?” He followed her stare and looks down at his tattoo. “Oh. This,” he said. “It’s a folly of youth.” He sounded a little embarrassed, and he frowned, seemingly puzzled by her keen interest. She couldn’t take her eyes off the ink as she walked toward him. He raised his elbow so she could have a better look. Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V.

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

"When did you get ink on your neck?" "Are you going deaf or dumb, Xan? I said Scarlet has the tattoo. And on her chest, not her neck." Asher looked at his twin as if the other man was entering the beginning stages of senility. Xander rolled his eyes. "I know, and I can see that one as well. It matches, exactly, the one that's decorating your neck." Xander pushed his brother's head down, exposing the length of Asher's neck. I leaned up, curled my upper body over Asher's. "He's right, Asher. It's the same symbol, just done in heavy black."

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.