Evil Scary Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

Forty-Seven: The Invitation EIRA The mark on my neck is slowly healing, and deep down, I don’t want it to. I want to expose my neck for the whole world to see. A giddy smile spreads across my face as I stare at my reflection. Black hair, pale skin, blue eyes. I pinch my cheeks to add some colour, and sigh. He really marked me. I didn’t have to beg, I didn’t have to cry, compared to that night.

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.

Isn’t how painful it is for a mother to lose a child? I looked at the tattoo on the man’s neck that I had just noticed. A skulk tattoo in a Grecian style of art. I opened my mouth in shock, along with fear. There was only one person with a tattoo like that. Don't tell me his Deathwish? The color on my face disappeared, and the coldness took over. No, please, I am wrong. It was impossible that Maverick was Deathwish. Because if he was, I knew death was my destiny.

So Nicolas decided to fulfill his desire using them when I wasn't here. The short blonde-haired girl was more scary than the brown-haired one. Her lower lip, eyebrow, both sides of her nose, and belly button were pierced and his full body was covered with tattoos, even though there was a tattoo beside her left eye. She was wearing a lot of weird necklaces around her neck. The brown-haired one had fewer tattoos and she wasn't wearing weird necklaces like the blonde one. They stopped talking when they noticed our presence. "Hey, you must be Natalia. I'm Eva." The brown-haired one smiled.

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.” ***

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

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.

Good for him. My eyes drifted up, catching on something I hadn’t noticed before: a tattoo peeking just above the collar of his jacket. A serpent—coiled, detailed, the scales inked in deep black and subtle greens. It curled around the side of his neck, the tail disappearing under his ear, the head resting near his Adam’s apple like it was about to strike. I tilted my head. “New ink?” His hand flew to his neck instantly, fingers pressing the collar higher to cover it. His frown was immediate and for a second he looked almost startled, like I’d caught him doing something wrong.

The hair raises on the back of my neck, my senses on high alert. Bones is tall and built, his sharp features and hollow cheeks give him a predators appearance, like a wolf that's been starved too long. His hair is slicked back, with just a hint of gray at the temples. He's wearing a leather jacket with the Iron Serpents patch, black and gray tattoos peeking out from his collar and sleeves. His grey eyes sweep the room, assessing, measuring, calculating—like he's trying to figure out the quickest way to wipe us out if necessary.