Evil Scary Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

Slithering up the right side of his thick neck was a detailed, pitch-black tattoo of a viper, its scaled head resting right over his jugular, fangs bared toward his jawline. He didn't ask for permission to enter the private enclosure. He simply stepped up to the stool beside mine, leaning his hip against the bar, cutting off my exit route with casual, terrifying arrogance. "So," a voice rasped, deep and gravelly, sounding like heavy boots dragging across broken glass. "The rumors from the northern border were true after all."

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

Danny falls silent for a moment, then turns around and looks at me. “Kid, show me your neck,” he grumbles. Chewing my lip, I pull my hair to the side, exposing my neck when everyone gasped. Carlos, on the other hand, froze in his spot. His eyes locked on my neck. Their reaction had me glancing at the mirror hung on the wall beside me, and I gasp. Oh my god. What is that? “It’s a twin soul’s mark,” Evvie whispers, her eyes wide like saucers staring at it.

This was way too awkward position and it was embarrassing me to the hell even when no one was around. What if someone gets inside and misunderstands us? I really needed to get out from his unwanted embrace. I wriggled out as much as I could. Oh! C'mon he must be at least 80 kgs. I am barely 55. This man would crush me to death even without bullets and knives. When I was doing that my eyes fell on his tattoo on his neck. I slowed down the pace and focused on his tattoo on his neck. “G…A…B…R…I…E…A…L…L…A,” It was written this.

Holding the phone to his face, I said, “What do you have to say?” His brow creased slightly. “Helena,” he called her name in a beastly growl, his gaze fixed back to mine before he pulled his collar down slightly, showing me the viper tattoo on his left neck. “The guy in the pictures doesn’t have this. The fuck did you not notice?” His voice was hard as he tossed the phone back to me. I caught it and stared at the picture. He was right—the man didn’t have the viper tattoo on the left part of his neck.

Sheira asked. "Yes, the one in the back of my neck," she said and turned her back at her to show her. Sheira stared at her nap and took a long deep breath, "Seriously, Evangeline?! Where is your tattoo?" she asked. "What? It's right here, can't you see?" she said as she pointed at the back of her neck and she heard Sheira groan. "I'm looking right next to your finger, Evangeline. There is no tattoo in there? Are you making me stupid?" she said and Evangeline was surprised.

Truly disgusting, he would make sure to teach her a lesson she would never forget, she would regret what she did to Kira. " This man is suspected to be a member of the Dark Wolves " Ace pointed at the man sitting across from Evelyn. He had his back turned to the camera. He was large and bulky and there was a dragon tattoo peeking from his shirt, it stretched out around the back of his neck.

Why is it that everyone seems to be scared of this man? I mean, he has a huge body that could crush a person but that doesn't mean he is dangerous now, is he? That's when I noticed his tattoo covered neck. I couldn't make out what it really was but it looked like a tiger's head of some sort. I also noticed a slightly black mark just below his right eye, like a tear drop. But I wasn't surprised that he has them though. I mean, even is cousin have a snake tattoo on his neck.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.