Evil Scary Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

Nile caught the kiss mid air and threw it on the ground and stump on it, I couldn't help my smile, this is another group of chaotic friends, “Sweetheart I'm here don't forget me” The one laying down yelled and I was surprised he's the only one with a red hair, but with a mysterious tattoo on his neck, they all have mysterious tattoos on their body, but others have black but this one is the only one with a red hair “Ehhh, what's your name?” I asked “You can call me Venom, I'm Nile's one and only cousin” I smile and wave at him “Enough guys, Amy needs to rest, see you all tomorrow”

Grey is usually a dull colour that helps you blend in and in most cases that’s what it does. but for some reason she stood out which was the opposite of the desired effect. A small wind blew, and her hoodie flew away revealing a tattoo on her neck. The tattoo that was embedded in my mind and often would give me nightmares. It was one unlike any other, unique, and scary at the same time. It was the blood mark curse, the girl turned around and her eyes landed on me, those green eyes and blonde hair. It’s her, its Scarlet. she looked at me for a moment and I could tell that she recognised me from our very brief encounter.

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.

She fiercely jerked off the IV drips fixed to her left wrist and stumbled off the bed, the cold marbled floor under her feet slightly comforting as she walked crossed legged to the bathroom. Her brain was lagged with a single word that repeated over and over in her mind until she unconsciously started to murmur along. "Bastard." Elsa gritted her teeth so hard it gave a low crunching sound. Her reflection in the mirror was a tangled haired, red faced girl. But what caught her eyes was the striking tattoo looking mark on her neck. There were two cute looking half moon shaped mark where she was bitten. Yet, cute or not. Elsa hated it. She wasn't against getting a tattoo and getting bitten was o

She has to surrender herself to him. He licked her lips as he saw her gulp at the sight of her seeing him with fear. Gradually, she gave up on his demand and let him lick her skin. His lips rolled over her neck from the lips. She moved her face away, giving him access to her full neck. He harshly bit on her tattoo, giving her a hickey, which rapidly turned into a blue icon.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

he replies. He’s an odd looking person, as I take a proper step back to look at him. His hair is a dark, woodish brown hair and his eyes are a striking close to black colour. But what hits me as his most shocking feature is the tattoos in some kind of patterned dialectic creeping up his neck from below the collar of shirt, up to his jawline, where it creeps slightly to his cheekbones. I’ve never seen anything like it.

I pushed his face as he began to smell my neck. "Hmm. I can smell the fragrant smell of your blood." He whispered in a demonic voice. My hair stood on end when I heard that and suddenly I felt something sharp around my neck. But before it sank completely, the man in front of me suddenly released me so I fell and fell to the ground. I was grabbed by my neck and I was depressed because I looked like I had lost air in my body. Even though my vision was a bit blurry I could see who had pulled the man in front of me. Even though the vision was blurred I noticed that they were not normal. And what stopped me was the taller man who bit me earlier.

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

That day at Millea river, I had seen a strange tattoo at the back of that silver-haired neck; a wolf with a snake curled around it and a weird dagger piercing through both… so tiny and almost invisible. I hadn't noticed anything like that at the back of her neck, which meant only one thing. It was either new, or I hadn't just noticed it earlier. But what caught my attention wasn't the strange drawing, it was the snake in the drawing. It looked the same as the one trailing from my shoulder down to my wrist. If the snake at the back of her neck and the one on my arm looked the same, then there had to be a story behind it and I was searching for it.