Dark Evil Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

he tells me as he rushes back to his desk for his phone. He takes a photo of my neck and passes his phone to me. I gasp when I see what is on my neck. The mark itself is a watery silver colour, two wolves engulfed in purple flames within the moon. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I hold my neck, thanking the Moon Goddess for yet another gift.

"...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off." "I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first." "Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs. Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that trian

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

After all he didn't like me, but whatever the reason may be, I think he was only doing this to increase the rate of my punishment. " You should eat your food before it gets cold," he said pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his well built physique along with his incredible tattoos which I was unable to describe, right now, words cannot express how it looked, he was just... Perfect! But demonic in some ways. His back was covered in a black and red skeletal face which fire exhibited from. Below his neck, a large cross sign stood there and all manner of flames tattooed with black color engulfed his back.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

His neck and arms were tattooed and from what Elijah and Scarlett could see so was his neck, something which surprised them both as werewolves usually left the place where a mate would mark them empty. “Done staring? The tanks full.” He said, his low voice sounding rough as he tossed the keys to Elijah. “So, this is the devil.” Elijah said looking at the boy. Alejandro raised a black brow. “Even the devils a fucking angel compared to me.” He said, giving them both a cold glare he walked off after a glance at his brother.

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

Holding the phone to his face, I said, “What do you have to say?” His brow creased slightly. “Helena,” he called her name in a beastly growl, his gaze fixed back to mine before he pulled his collar down slightly, showing me the viper tattoo on his left neck. “The guy in the pictures doesn’t have this. The fuck did you not notice?” His voice was hard as he tossed the phone back to me. I caught it and stared at the picture. He was right—the man didn’t have the viper tattoo on the left part of his neck.

below it, connected by the lines that went through and past it. It was situated right in the middle of her neck, and as the blood faded it turned silver, even glowing slightly. As she turned to face the dark one, I saw the front of her neck. Right below the dip at the hollow of her throat was a sun, the arms in an alternating straight and wavy pattern. One line through the center of the straight arms with several through the wavy ones. The top of the sun had a dot, with a downward triangular line underneath it, with ovals under that. It almost looked like an inverted crown. Above the top point were several diamonds, one looking almost like a fleur de lis. Then right in the middle horizontal

My steps faltered as I stared at it, my mind racing to place where I had seen a design like that before. I moved closer, my curiosity piqued by the intricate art that adorned the soldier's neck. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings spread wide, and its eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. The details were impeccable, each stroke of ink capturing the essence of the creature in an eerie, almost mesmerizing way. It was both captivating and disturbing, a mix of beauty and malevolence. I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well.