Dark Evil Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

Damn this man. "You need more than that, okay where was I?," He cleared his throat, like he was about to unravel some big secret. She leaned in closer. Her eyes shimmering, okay, what was with women and gossip? "The tattoo in his nape represents the dragon club. It's a really dangerous club involving violence." She seemed interested, which was weird, because he never thought that Nicole Hart would want to get herself involved in all his family shit. He breathed in, stroking his hands.

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.

My eyes scanned his back, landing on the tattoo snaked up from the side of his shoulder across his neck in black ink and sharp lines, symbols I didn't understand. How come I didn't notice it until now? The thunder growled again, making me jump, hitting the door open. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine, his lips, still wet, curled into a slow, cruel smile. My jaw fell open realizing what was on his neck—his neck was covered in blood— obviously not his. My eyes slowly moved to the sink—the water was red. I stepped back, my breath caught in my throat. “Hello, doll face,” he smirked, his deep voice sounding like something out of a dark romance book. “Miss me?” Fuck, I'm dead.

he gave a wide grin and released my hand. I stood, frozen. That knocked the air out of me. I batted my eyelashes as I tried to process his words. Calvin was a Psycho or what did he say? And I'll go down with Calvin? What the hell was he planning? “That shaken?” A deep voice rang in my ears and I turned. My eyes rested on the figure. Dark aura. Hair perfectly slicked backwards. Eyes piercing into my skin. I paused and hated to admit that I took a step away instinctively as I tried to check him. A dragon tattoo sat right on the right side of his neck.

Slithering up the right side of his thick neck was a detailed, pitch-black tattoo of a viper, its scaled head resting right over his jugular, fangs bared toward his jawline. He didn't ask for permission to enter the private enclosure. He simply stepped up to the stool beside mine, leaning his hip against the bar, cutting off my exit route with casual, terrifying arrogance. "So," a voice rasped, deep and gravelly, sounding like heavy boots dragging across broken glass. "The rumors from the northern border were true after all."

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

Just who he was and why I was attracted both to the wolf and Zavion. The fact that Zavion was getting mated with another she-wolf disheartened me. He didn’t know but I knew that we were mates. We had a connection forged by the Goddess herself. A connection that I betrayed due to my fears. I shot a quick glance at him from my seat. He was driving the car, Esme was sitting in the passenger seat and I, Cora, and Nora were filling the backseat. I just noticed he had a tattoo on the back of his neck. I had noticed his arm tattooes long back. The one on neck covered the major part of his nape and looked like the face of some creature. Perhaps, a dragon? The tattoo was running up from below which m

My lips parted and an estranged scream tore out of me, “But some men will pay millions, maybe more for a taste of Adriano Vitale’s wife.” My stomach churned, acid rising up I my esophagus as I heaved. "Stop it!" “You’re getting a tattoo.” My eyes snapped open and my head jerked in his direction. “Around your neck.” He spoke, staring into my eyes but his fingers were wrapped around my neck. “Like a collar.” He paused, “My collar.” ***

It was neatly polished with fresh flowers and beautiful created words that proved he was someone of a high status before he passed away. “Vicarious Iscariot. There, you are.” I said as I stared at the tomb that was made in the form of an altar. I pushed the tomb open like it was a weightless object as my eyes fell on the rusty necklace that he wore on his bony neck before the pungent smell of flesh left me puking hard. “Disgusting.” I said as I cleaned my mouth before I stood upright. The necklace on his neck looked like any priestly chain you’d see on a high ranking priest but unlike the others, the energy around it was strong and overflowing with negativity that had me excited.