Evil Scary Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She felt a tingling in her neck again and got up and stood in front of the mirror and came close to her and examined her neck and then gasped in shock and with rapid breaths when she found a small tattoo of a wolf's face on the side of her neck under her ear to move backwards in shock and caused the seat behind her, which woke the other two Celine woke up and straightened in her seat for a few seconds, then sniffled, putting her hand over her mouth, and said: "So someone tells me that last night was just a nightmare and it wasn't real." Thomas got up to respond: It was a fact He turned to Anastasia, who wrapped her hand around her neck in panic, to say anxiously: Anna, what's the matter with

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.

When I was satisfied with how my face looked, I chucked the tissues I used into the bin and moved my hair back. "What the-" I started to say as I saw something on the side of my neck. It looked like a small black tattoo, with closer inspection I could see what looked like two dots with a letter D in between it with black swirly lines wrapping it together. There was no way I would get a tattoo on my neck even if I was completely hammered, especially something as ugly as that. Thinking it was fake or drawn on, I began to rub my neck. I gasped as pain ran down my body, the side of my neck was extremely tender. Shit, I actually got an ugly looking tattoo on my neck?

"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.

she says patiently. He huffs and folds his arms, and I swear I expect fire to burst out of his nostrils from the way they’re flared. I scan him over and can just make out two marks on his neck, I’m now understanding all the marks I’ve seen on supernaturals over the years were mating marks. I look at Amelia who has an iridescent paw print on her neck and then glance over to see one almost identical on Eric’s neck. But looking back at Chris, his is different. It looks like two small scales. A second glance at the tattoo and I can make out the partial image of a snake wrapped around a wolf. I may still be learning, but I’m good at putting things together. “You’re her animai, aren’t you?” I say

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

This morning when she was taking her birth too. She saw a mark on her right neck too, like a wolf? Dog can’t have such teeth and nose? It’s not dog head but a wolf. It’s not just any wolf either and that’s what got her even more confuse, tattoo that she have never seen on her neck before and it’s suddenly pop up on her neck the next day she had a romance with some stranger. It’s got pretty hot between them and I thought he might just have some business mind in him but the way he stare at him and how it’s got so fast between them.