Dark Evil Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

Dark and steady under stupidly long lashes, calm in a way that made it hard to look away. Which made absolutely no sense, considering the folder Mercer had given me and everything I’d heard about him, both of which painted him as the devil himself. How was a man that dangerous allowed to look this good? My gaze dropped before he could catch me staring, landing on the tattoo just above his collar on the left side of his neck. A scorpion inked into his skin, detailed and clean, thin floral lines curling around the stinger. He looked down at the stain on his jacket, then back at me like this was the most entertaining thing that had happened all night.

The collar at her throat glowed lavender, warm and alive. Nyxios took off her collar and led her to his bedside mirror. Under where the collar was, a delicate ring of light purple tattooed her skin. It was a magic circle. He pulled down his night shirt. A matching band was on Nyxios’s neck. His medium short hair touched the edges of the mark.

"Let's go!" "Vano, hurry!" "Be careful!" "Come inside immediately!" Devano was almost there, but then the circle broke apart. The high-pitched screams of girls echoed through the air. A genuine brownish-red wolf let out a roar. When the animal raised its two legs, the orange necklace dropped directly before Devano. The chain had the name 'The Delta' Laveena engraved on it. Devano stood rigid and still as if he had been hit by lightning, reading the inscription on the necklace. He was too scared to move or even glance up. He knew the eerie monster was directly above him. Devano wept silently.

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

His tie slightly loosened around his neck, and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, clearly showing the tattoo on the side of his neck. A CAMELLIA flower was tattooed on the side of his neck. His long slender fingers were tapping the table in front of him as he wore a ring on his thumb with a symbol of a dragon on it. It was his symbol....very unusual. "Reason." He said...he said only one word but Samuel knew what he was asking about. He gulped and looked at Nicola before looking back at his boss. Nicola and Samuel were feared in the organization and by people but to think they will be sweating like this in front of their boss was enough to explain how powerful their boss was.

A slowly death. The punisher was half naked. His face contorted evily in a satisfaction of thirst for blood. The glint on his eyes could not compared to such darkness but indeed it was of such void of evil. his naked back, has a mark of a huge skull and horn which was wrapped in dark circles like an eclipsed moon. Thus, this place was the myth the elders told; the Voidelous Scarke pillars: the origin of Darkness.

As she walked up to us, she pulled her long dark hair that was dyed Pink at the ends over one shoulder, exposing a tattoo in the crook of her neck next to her collarbone. “Whoa, Danika, you got a new tattoo! That looks cool!” I exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders to look closer as she sat next to us in the circle. It was a small tribal piece that almost looked like a shield. It was black but had a shine to it when the light hit it.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.