Evil Scary Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

He asked, surprising me. Nodding I watched him scoot toward the wall and open his arms invitingly. “You can lay your head down on my chest,” he offered me. Snuggling up against him I sighed in contentment. “Tell me about your cool tattoo,” I murmured and he chuckled. Playing with my hair, Eros told me that his back tattoo was put there by the devil so he could take the life energy from him that he took from others, and I looked up at him. “Why not have it removed then and really piss him off,” I snickered.

Elora's POV I scanned the crowd of necks heading towards the vortex, looking for a neck with a snake tattoo, and I failed. I was as if the person I was looking for didn’t exist. I saw some with a couple of tattoos. I saw a star first, then a text “HAT’, then an “S” I would have assumed the ‘S’ was it, but it was on the neck of a man. Klaus said I should look out for a woman. What if his sources were wrong? What if he made a mistake?

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

The bass pounded through my chest as I stepped into Venom. The place was packed, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, neon lights cutting through the darkness in shades of electric blue and purple. I made my way to the bar, ignoring the heat of stares tracking my movement. The bartender, a woman with sleeve tattoos and quirky blue hair, smiled at me while sliding a coaster onto the polished wood. “What’ll it be?” “Vodka cranberry.” She grinned. “Rough night?”

My attention shifted to a young boy standing by the roadside, his eyes brimming with anticipation. "This fits your personality, I admit," I said with a playful smirk, acknowledging the child's enthusiasm. His smile widened, revealing a genuine joy in response to my observation. Seizing the moment, I decided to share a curious detail. "The mark on my neck burns when you look at me," I confessed to the boy, curious to see how he would react. To my surprise, he extended his palm, revealing a serpent tattoo curling around his wrist. I reached for his wrist, as my fingers gently traced the serpent tattoo on the child's wrist, a magical transformation unfolded. Before my eyes, the young boy seamle

The figure lolls its head to the side, and when the torchlight hits the person just right, I can make out the tattoo below their ear. An intricate crescent moon with the letter E interwoven in dips and swirls. “NO!” I exclaim, banging on the glass in front of me when I see a naked Nikolai strung up and bloody, the silver shackles searing his wrists. He has large gashes all over his chest, and I can catch the little glints of silver in between the cuts. His body is slick with sweat and his breathing is coming out in short wheezes. Why is he here?! What the hell is going on?!

Scarlett said, the man now blinked and gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry I'm Drake. Nice to meet you Alpha Elijah, Luna…” He trailed off not knowing Scarlett’s name. “Scarlett…” She offered, it still felt surreal. “You marked him!” Kiera shrieked now running over to them to stare at Elijah’s neck, a look of pure jealousy crossing her face. Scarlett turned to Elijah’s neck, her heart skipping a beat to see the wound had healed up. In its place was a tattoo of a wolf with its head raised up, the mark itself looked like it was shimmering a dark grey. Her wolf, her mark. She traced her finger over it, sending a shiver of pleasure through him.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

They were covered in tattoos, chains, and piercings—the kind of people you generally want to avoid. Two of them started shoving each other, shouting about money and cigarettes, until a third man pushed them aside. He headed straight for Ethan. My heart sank. This was bad. Ethan wasn’t in the mood for idiots. I wanted to intervene, but I was terrified to go near them. “You’re a smoker. Give me your lighter,” the man demanded. He had a massive skull tattooed on his temple. Ethan didn’t say a word. He just slowly turned his gaze toward the man.

Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face. I sighed and lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing the black dragon tattoo inked deep into my skin—the symbol of The Ghost. The mark that made nations tremble. The emblem that ensured every enemy took their final breath in fear. The man’s eyes widened in shock. The room gasped collectively. “I—I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered. I smiled sweetly, stepped closer, and before he could blink— CRACK. His neck snapped between my fingers like it was made of thin wood.