Evil Scary Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

Neal shrugged, "Do you have those too?" Ricky smiled and turned around. He pulled down his t-shirt, exposing the tattoo on his nape. Neal leaned close to take a good look. It was a small tattoo of a wolf head with a few horizontal and perpendicular lines. The black ink actually looked good on Ricky's light slender neck. "Your breath tickles." Ricky commented, and that's when Neal noticed how close he was. He scooted back embarrassed. The blonde guy giggled and let go his top before turning around.

Ginger haired Emily Hurst looked comical with her mouth hung open and hands in the air, she was obviously about to yell out something. I was only half surprised when he materialized out of thin air half a second later. This was the first time I had met the devil in daylight and I felt the hairs on my skin stand erect at his sight. His pale white skin looked almost yellowish, like someone suffering from a rare skin disease and his long dreadlocks looked even more tangled than usual. Only this time, I noticed a tattoo of a big, black cobra at his collarbone which extended all the way to his neck.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

Biting her lower lip, she shifted on the seat when suddenly something caught her eyes. ‘Tattoo?’ ‘He didn’t have them earlier.’ Evelyn was shocked to see his neck and chest filled with tattoos. The inking started from the right side of his neck and disappeared into his chest. Evelyn was intrigued but she couldn’t see them whole which irritated her. Dylan noticed her scowling. A smile spread on his face as he found her adorable gawking at his tattoos like a curious child. Evelyn was engrossed in deciphering them when a peculiar pattern grabbed her attention.

For him. Just as she opened the door, a dark figure waiting outside the door made her yelp in shock. He was a relatively larger man than the driver and he was wearing a different uniform. The only distinguishable feature on his face was the big scar across his right eye. They stayed silent for a moment, surprising each other until her eyes drifted down to a foreign firearm in his hand. Hey… she didn’t see a machine gun like that being carried to their armory vehicle. His big hand suddenly reached for her neck and lifted her up the ground, choking her.

My gaze collided with his, an amused glint covering the hazel orbs like obsidian. "My mom shipped my papa's half-brother's head to his stepdad with his fingers drilled into his skull. And Papa and Daddy made a necklace with his dick and hung it around his headless neck - took pictures of him and sent them to Oleg. I am not so bad. This thing is in my blood.", "You people are evil." he countered with a shake of his head, I laughed and got up from my sitting position. Rounding the table, I placed myself right before him, then took a good look at him with a tiny small of adoration.

It was clearly a sore subject. His breath was deep now, his chest rising and falling slowly. Kate’s eyes traveled to his chest tattoo; a black and grey skull with a snake constricting it covering the majority of his left pectoral muscle. It continued across his shoulder and down his left bicep. She wondered if it had any significance, deciding to ask him when he awoke.