Evil Scary Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

he said in serious, cold expressions. "What?I told you? I don't remember that. When did I………" I was saying and he started to come closer to me. I got nervous and kept my mouth shut. His face was coming close to my face and I closed my eyes because I was nervous and afraid. He whispered in my ear," You look beautiful when your hair is untied. He undone my hair band with his hand. My eyes were on his neck. Because when he came close to me. His neck was clearly visible. I was nervous but then I noticed the tattoo on his neck. It was a wolf tattoo. Half of the tattoo was covered with a t- shirt but I saw the other half which was covered by his jacket but now it was visible to me.

– 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.

But on contrary, I scream as hard as I can towards his face yet, even so, his smug face never fades," IN. YOUR. DREAMS FUCKER !" He sigh and said, "Ohh Lily... dear sweet Lily...Dreams can come true you know. How bout this, let me give you a tint of hint hmm? remember the black mask man? Remember seeing a tattoo on his neck? Yes. As exactly as you see, a blazing sun tattoo. Here on my neck." I was shocked. I felt like time stops and the only thing I can hear is my heart beating and a ringing voice. I felt like the world crumble before me as I don't realize that a tear had betrayed me.

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

Once again, my eyes were drawn to the marked area on his neck. There were scratch marks there, as if he or someone else had attempted to remove a mark left by someone. With him engrossed in the books, I took the opportunity to examine him further. As his sleeve rolled up a bit, I noticed a snake tattoo on his arm that extended down to the space between his fingers.

he questions, tilting his head. My eyes linger down to the tattoos on his neck. I’m almost convinced it’s not just a trick of the light that makes them look like they are moving ever-so slowly, like they have a life of their own. They stop at his jawline, curling and twisting around in an incoherent pattern, tinted with the most subtle shade of crimson. It officially creeps me out. "No, I don't."