Dark Evil Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

He did not bother to lift his gaze. But Dr montoya was able to notice the devil's fork tattoo he had on his wrist. She noticed it as she would have noticed Sin itself. She frowned. He had also a tattoo of triple six on his nape. Now, that was bad. Real badness. He must have changed within the years she hadn't known him. Had three years more made him more impossible?

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

His tousled hair that is as black as an endless abyss probably was messed up by the breeze, making him appear like an only-begotten son who did nothing but cause headaches. Both of his arms are covered by his worn-out cardigan, but I didn’t miss to notice the tattoo he has in his neck. Despite being unable to tell whether it is simply a boat or a moon, the looks of it brings out an aura of sovereignty. It’s masculine, cool yet intimidating. Everything I see in him resembles darkness, but I saw light by the way he looked at me.

I harden my knuckles to the point where they turn bright red, Xavier sees my outburst and sighs. “Devon, you have to calm down. The first rule is to not show your anger.” “What now?” I ask, looking at them. “I want all information about him.” They might not know this yet, but I am going to make him pay for what he did to Arya. “We also found something else.” Crossing her leg, she pauses the video and zooms closer to the side of his neck, there’s a tattoo of a viper snake right at the base. “What does it mean?” I look at Xavier; it means something for them to show it to me.

I bent over to lit her with the fire when Ava stopped me. "This tattoo," she began to say as she lowered on her knees close to Natasha and observing her neck. "This tattoo, Skye, do have a look." She said and I lowered myself to Natasha. I was shocked by what I saw. "It's a mark of the serpent," "Belonging to the demon king," Ava said and I immediately sensed her anxiety. "I noticed a tattoo on her neck, but I never knew it was a mark of the serpent," Robin revealed, equally shocked.

His husky voice seemed like a promising warning to her and she fluttered her eyes open. His dark eyes and devilish side smirk didn't seem sincere to her at all. But from the close she dared to see his face clearly, that dark spot was actually a tattoo which was a black snake. Half of it was drawn on his temple area and the other half started from the under corner of his left eye, running across his left cheek, sinking to his ear. She could tell that under that tattoo was the deep scar which was perfectly hidden by the art. He looked scary with that thing, like a demon. Cruel Damon.

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

I asked. "She’s in a state, Leo." Nikki said, her own eyes shadowing when they fell to the mark on my neck. Even with the tattoos on my neck, her mark wasn’t hidden away… I won’t deny that I examined it closely. It was a heart of fire in two shades, half was silvers and blues whilst the other was navy and blacks. It may look like a heart created from flames, but if you look closer, you could see that it was in fact, two wolf heads nuzzling together with fur made of fire.

EVANGELINE. My gaze snaps back to the tattoo on his torso, realising it’s not just any snake but the symbolic sea serpent of Hades… The symbol of the Night Shade Pack, how did I not realise! I look up at him, grasping onto the fact that I had gone straight from the wolf’s den into the monster’s lair…

Saint was about to look away grudgingly when Nicholas's towel lowered itself and then fell to the floor, revealing a tattoo. His gaze snagged on it before he could even stop himself. The tattoo rested low on Nicholas's back, directly above his waist. The design climbed the base of his spine in elegant black lines. Sharp points and sweeping curves intertwined around a narrow central shape that resembled a watchful eye. Thorn-like flourishes stretched outward before curling back in on themselves, giving the impression of something dangerous held barely under control.