Dark Evil Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

Does he think he's Don Draper from Mad Men? He was almost gentlemanly-almost. But the tattoo that popped out from under his cuff and ran the length of the back of his hand and the one peering out from his collar that went up his neck and stopped behind his ear was anything but gentlemanly. He loomed like a dark, mysterious creature. Fortunately, he still hadn't seen me. "Oh my God he's so fucking weird," the Vampire girl said, rubbing her neck. Did she want him to bite her? "Weird"

Chapter 46 The tattoo depicted a slender silver ring, its surface meticulously detailed to reflect its gleam and character. Around its circumference, intricate symbols, intertwined hearts and delicate infinity loops created an artistic dance of unity and something…powerful, supernatural and extraordinary. The shadows and highlights in the design gave the illusion that the ring was truly resting upon her neck, a timeless adornment that spoke of a bond beyond words. How did she not see this? It was understandable that she wouldn't see it on her own neck, but what about Noah's neck?

I am so turned on by this man. His neck has a tattoo that looks like claw marks running down to his collarbone. Another tattoo of some strange yet hypnotic symbol stands out on his chest. He has some scars near his navel and abs. I continue my visual journey to the well-defined V-line that runs down into his pants and my mouth starts to salivate with hunger. What the hell is going on with me? Damen watches where my eyes lead and smiles, exposing a dimple on his right cheek. He is so hot and adorable! I really hope he is not deceiving me to use me and throw me away.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

Skyler asked. “ Anything ” he answered “ But first, come seat on the bed ” he pulled her and they both sat on the bed facing each other. “ Say what is it you want to say ” he said as he saw her staring at his chest. “ I never knew you had a tattoo ” Skyler started. “ I do ” Lucifer answered. “ Can I see it ” “ Sure ” he said and then pulled off his shirt from his body leaving himself bare for her to see. Skyler watched as Lucifer took of his shirt and she could now see the snake tattoo on his body clearly. The snake looks scary with the red eyes as if it was staring back at her with it tongue out.

Damien’s P.O.V. The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not s

I pushed his face as he began to smell my neck. "Hmm. I can smell the fragrant smell of your blood." He whispered in a demonic voice. My hair stood on end when I heard that and suddenly I felt something sharp around my neck. But before it sank completely, the man in front of me suddenly released me so I fell and fell to the ground. I was grabbed by my neck and I was depressed because I looked like I had lost air in my body. Even though my vision was a bit blurry I could see who had pulled the man in front of me. Even though the vision was blurred I noticed that they were not normal. And what stopped me was the taller man who bit me earlier.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to