Blessed Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

She let the young man feel her lips. And from the dark and cold corner of that cave, the man embraced her full of love and care. The cave witnessed all the love they tried by chance but now it burns even more in their hearts. A LARGE house is buzzing ad in Blessy's eyes as she got off the yacht. They were with a man he knew by the name of Uno. Like Fender, it also has a lot of tattoos on the body. One that caught his attention was the face of the woman tattooed on the side of its neck.

He likes to act tough and argue, but in the end, he always gives us whatever we want. The only exception to that is if he feels like it’s too dangerous. Which apparently is everything I want to do outside of our pack or the surrounding towns. I know that I’m different. On my first birthday, the moon goddess blessed me with a unique mark on my right hip. No one knows exactly what it means. Some people think it’s a prophecy mark, and that I’m destined for some kind of greatness. Other people think the mark and my powers are a blessing for my family’s role in taking down an evil pack.

The man smiled and sat back. “There, it’s perfect,” he said, proud of his work. Layana hurried over. Looking at the tattoo, it mapped his shoulder and bicep, it was indeed magnificent, a deep black, red ink, that seemed to ripple slightly whenever the light touched it, the eyes of the phoenix and the tail were laced with glittering red. The detail was impressive and Layana nodded in approval “It’s beautiful,” she said noticing the necklace that hung in Declan’s neck, rather jealous of it being so close to him, trying not to focus on how extremely attractive he was.

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

I kept my gaze on Anna, admiring her like she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and she was. I stared at her body and back to her eyes to say, "You're so beautiful, Anna," and started kissing her down her neck once again, only this time she didn't stay idle and helped me out of my shirt, her eyes immediately locked onto the tattoo on my right arm. The tattoo was of an eagle with open wings and designs crossing over its beautiful feathers. She seemed always to be intrigued by that tattoo for some reason.

Alpha Lorenzo muttered, placing his head on her stomach with his eyes shut. Tinsley stood numbed as he refuse to let her go and just as she bent her head down to stare at his face, she saw a —mark carved on his neck. "Wow! I love the tattoo on your neck mate." She complimented him. "Really?" Alpha Lorenzo smirks naughtily as he lifts his head from her stomach. “It's not actually a tattoo, it's like a family birthmark and every person in the Alpha Royal family has it.” “Wow!” Tinsely muttered.

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to

Women. Ben was pretty okay and chill with it, congratulated me and was happy for me as we watched the women fuss over the mark the blushing Elle was sporting. It was amusing. On her neck, where I had bitten her, was a beautiful 'X' forged out of the magic of the soul bond and on my neck was a proud 'E', both written in cursive.

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

Good for him. My eyes drifted up, catching on something I hadn’t noticed before: a tattoo peeking just above the collar of his jacket. A serpent—coiled, detailed, the scales inked in deep black and subtle greens. It curled around the side of his neck, the tail disappearing under his ear, the head resting near his Adam’s apple like it was about to strike. I tilted my head. “New ink?” His hand flew to his neck instantly, fingers pressing the collar higher to cover it. His frown was immediate and for a second he looked almost startled, like I’d caught him doing something wrong.