Evil Scary Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

But I was at peace when I saw the kids were taken care of in a parental manner. I flinched when I scented earthy musk and decided to investigate. It took me thirty seconds to find Ian. He was smoking in a corner, hiding from plain sight but there was something strange. He was backing me and was shirtless. The strange thing was the large tattoo, well made and designed, on his back. It almost looked unreal. It was the head of a cheetah. Its eyes were blue and its mouth was open, with powerful teeth protruding from its muscular jaws. You could see the details of its whiskers and spots were visible as well but in lighter shades of black.

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

he said, a bigger meaning hiding in between the lines, "Now, can you describe the tattoo to me?" My gaze drifted to the ground as I thought back to today's morning, "It's like a girl's face, not a girl even, a very weird face, with three hands coming out of it," It was too weird not to notice, "It kind of formed a rectangle," My gaze went back to Nikolas and noticed as something akin to shock and worry creep into his eyes. "Fuck," He cursed under his breath before I felt his fingers wrap over my wrist, "We need to get out of here, now."

Arnold paused before exiting and leaned down, tapping the gun to my forehead: “Stay put.” I caught it then. A flash of skin above his collar — his turtle neck had slipped down slightly. There, beneath it, was a tattoo, inked deep into the side of his neck. A pattern of overlapping scales, stylized like… ‘Is that a snake?’ I thought. It looked familiar. ‘Where have I seen that before?’ I was so lost in thought I almost missed when they actually stepped out. And then I was alone again. The room seemed quieter now. But the silence wasn’t comforting.

There was something everybody in the room had in common, and that thing is their evil and gut-killing aura. None of them were smiling. But if there was anybody that had the most notorious and evil expression, it was the guy sitting in the direction opposite the other six. He had the darkest hair in the world, dark-brown eyes that showed his hatred against humanity and his devilish personality. Across his left cheeks is a beautiful yet sleep-tormenting tattoo of the Indian red Scorpion. Raven seemed to be in torture as he looked at the six men before him. His hands were balled into a fist and it seemed like he was holding his breath as he observed each of their faces.

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.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

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.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.