Front Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Arnold paused before exiting and leaned down, tapping the gun to my forehead: “Stay put.” I caught it then. A flash of skin above his collar — his turtle neck had slipped down slightly. There, beneath it, was a tattoo, inked deep into the side of his neck. A pattern of overlapping scales, stylized like… ‘Is that a snake?’ I thought. It looked familiar. ‘Where have I seen that before?’ I was so lost in thought I almost missed when they actually stepped out. And then I was alone again. The room seemed quieter now. But the silence wasn’t comforting.

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.

Fear gripped him, he hadn’t had a tattoo in his life. "I don’t want a tattoo," he replied, and his gaze landed on Jake’s neck. He spotted a red tattoo of Ashley’s name on his neck, and shivers ran down his spine. He tilted his head, staring at Chris in the driver’s seat, and also spotted the same tattoo on his neck. He subconsciously touched his neck.

“Your neck. There’s a silver moon tattoo there. It wasn’t there before. How the hell…” What the fuck!

It was the tattoo! On this picture there is a long drawn 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.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

I feel frozen on the spot. Justin and the doctor comes closer, too. As if they're ready to grab hold of him. All three big males are standing around me now as Zach asks, "What is that tattoo? It wasn't there before." "What... tattoo?" The doctor's mouth falls open and his face blanches when he sees it. I follow their gaze and see a dark patch sitting between my left shoulder and my neck. I would need a mirror to get a clear view. But he's right. It wasn't there before me.

“The chauffeur has a big crowd tattoo on his neck. Just then, the phone in my hand beeped

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to