Dark Evil Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

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?’

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.

Muscles bulged all over their bare backs, tattoos twisted and snaked around over their shoulders, necks, and probably further down their chest. One had a high and messy braid that went from his forehead and all the way down his neck. The sides were skinned. Snake-shaped tattoos decorated one of the sides of his head. The other had a little lighter hair, darker brown. The sides of his head were also shaved down to the skin, but his hair was twisted and formed with leather bands all the way to the middle of his back.

People were drinking alcohol while sitting outside—the music from the place listening to Tupac music in the middle of the street. They were being new to the area. Neighbors were curious to know who these new people were and who had moved in. The guy had short hair, dark skin, and a scar and on the neck was a number written on his neck twenty-six and a dollar sign next to it. The other guy, about 5.4ft with dreads, wore Adidas greyish tracksuit pants with a white vest. He had a snake around the dragon tattoo; below that tattoo was another tattoo saying barely visible. "what ugly tattoo is that?'

She sneered underneath her breath. His was fvcking sexy and hot. His figure was like that of a mannequin. He was wearing a black shirt underneath his black suit. He looked extremely wealthy. She was lost as she kept on scanning him from head to toe like some detective. His jewelries glittered, from his neck chains, bracelets, rings and his wristwatch. She noticed something strange. She felt something odd about his jewelries which all had the skin texture of a dragon snake which also fitted his tattoo that drew from his neck down to his chest where her eyes could access. His tattoo was that of demons in the great inferno.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."