Dark Evil Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

Black ruffled expensively styled hair, showing hints of a curl if it was left to grow, over tanned skin, and ice grey eyes that almost appear colourless—like a soulless animal searching over his prey for the last scraps to pick. He is all squared, chiselled perfection, with a clean-shaven face, hints of dark stubble below the surface. A black ink tattoo of a dragon curling up one side of his neck, under a white button down, with a leather jacket moulded and sculpted to a very fit and toned body. Hints of more dark ink peeking over one hand under his sleeve, and I wonder how far his markings go, tempted to see that body with less covering.

Dante says in a low voice, full of annoyance, and I hear Nico’s footsteps retreat. I chuckle and watch him walk away, recalling that I haven’t seen his naked body properly before. A blush crept onto my cheeks when I realised that he had slept naked next to me. His body was glorious. He was tall and incredibly well built, not too much muscle, and it fit his body perfectly. The large Dragonetti Dragon tattoo took up the entirety of his back with its wings snaking into his sides where there were a series of numbers tattooed. His left bicep had what looked like a horned female demon and over his ribs, he had the Omerta written in its entirety. The tattoos on his chest and back complimented his b

His left arm was carved with symbols and shapes and the right arm was totally clear, not a single tattoo was visible. The most beautiful art was a Greek mythological dragon's head on his left chest that trailed down on the left arm then mixed with other tattoos, and a black rose just between the joint of his neck and shoulder. A shiny gold chain was hanging on his chest that made him look more sexy and delicious. It hurts to look at this marvelous man who is rotten and dangerous from the inside and kidnapped me and then tortured me every day. "Like what you see baby?" He smirked devilishly and leaned forward.

Ginger haired Emily Hurst looked comical with her mouth hung open and hands in the air, she was obviously about to yell out something. I was only half surprised when he materialized out of thin air half a second later. This was the first time I had met the devil in daylight and I felt the hairs on my skin stand erect at his sight. His pale white skin looked almost yellowish, like someone suffering from a rare skin disease and his long dreadlocks looked even more tangled than usual. Only this time, I noticed a tattoo of a big, black cobra at his collarbone which extended all the way to his neck.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

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.

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.

, Neo adds but his voice is nothing more than a feeble whisper. I took it too far, I can see it in Connor’s eyes, can see it as Neo’s fingers trace our marks. The marks that are red and gleaning like a beacon to call for help. The marks that look like a necklace some half eyed idiot drew on her. I join my brothers on that bed, my hand caressing my mark. The mark that lies between her collarbones while Connor’s mark lies to the right side of her neck and Neo’s lies to the left side of her neck.

With all the times we’d been together, naked, I might add, I’d never really had a chance to look at his tattoos. There were markings I didn’t know the meanings of; they almost looked like the few runes I’d encountered. My attention gravitated to the beautiful design of a snake, its head starting at Everett’s pectorals, twisting and dragging down his body. Gently grazing my finger over the design, I followed the snake, lower and lower— ‘A little lower,’ a deep groan kissed my ears, ‘and this would be a perfect way to wake up.’ Gasping, I looked up at Everett, his grey eyes looking deep into my soul, ‘I, uh… Sorry, did… Did I wake you?’