Front Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Chapter 46 The tattoo depicted a slender silver ring, its surface meticulously detailed to reflect its gleam and character. Around its circumference, intricate symbols, intertwined hearts and delicate infinity loops created an artistic dance of unity and something…powerful, supernatural and extraordinary. The shadows and highlights in the design gave the illusion that the ring was truly resting upon her neck, a timeless adornment that spoke of a bond beyond words. How did she not see this? It was understandable that she wouldn't see it on her own neck, but what about Noah's neck?

As I make my way down his neck and to his collar bone with my lips, a glimps of a tattoo that moves down his back catches my attention. Rin turns to the left to look at the place that is currently holding my interest before his gaze rises to meet my eyes. “I have a tattoo of a dragon that runs along my back.” His husky voice relays to me just as he lifts himself so he can capture my lips with his own, his fingers digging in to tangle with my curly locks.

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.

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.

Gray groans against my neck and let his thumb rub circles on my already hard nipple. I forget the fact that there might be people around the house. But this feels too good to stop. I leave a trail of kisses down his neck as he continues to twist my nipple. I moan against his neck and kiss the line of tattoos on his neck. I pause when I see something familiar close to his shoulder bone. My name. He tattooed ny name on his neck. When did he get this? This doesn't look new. Gray pulls his face back to look at me.

I bit my lip hard as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, using his hands to comb his hair backward. His back... fuck. His back was even hotter. My eyes caught the ink on his shoulder blade, a dragon, bold and coiled like it belonged there. Its wings stretched slightly down his spine, detailed with sharp lines and dark shading. It was a tattoo that looked alive, like it was watching me through him. Just below it, a long scar trailed down his lower back and curved slightly toward his waist. It was faded but deep. I wondered what caused such a huge scar.