Front Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

But I was at peace when I saw the kids were taken care of in a parental manner. I flinched when I scented earthy musk and decided to investigate. It took me thirty seconds to find Ian. He was smoking in a corner, hiding from plain sight but there was something strange. He was backing me and was shirtless. The strange thing was the large tattoo, well made and designed, on his back. It almost looked unreal. It was the head of a cheetah. Its eyes were blue and its mouth was open, with powerful teeth protruding from its muscular jaws. You could see the details of its whiskers and spots were visible as well but in lighter shades of black.

“I remember something.” “What do you remember?” Zuria asked, eager now. I closed my eyes again, pulling it back. “A tattoo. On one guy’s neck. A snake. Black ink, wrapped around his throat like it was choking him. It had fangs, I think... I'm not so sure.” Marco frowned. “What tattoo?” Zuria was already typing. I could hear the clicks. “What kind? Describe it more.” “Black. I don’t know tattoo words. It looked exactly as I described.”

"We’re out of here in ten minutes." It doesn’t take long to get the tattoo. Adis has a tattoo artist in the pack who has his own little place down by the tourist area, and we skip the line to go directly into the back room. The owner draws my ‘S’ freehand, as he has done it many times before. I choose to make mine a bit smaller and less flashy than the others. I also get a ‘B’ on the back of my neck, which gives me the same rights as a Beta. I hardly feel the pain; it is nothing compared to what I have endured in my life, both before and here in the underworld.

“I grew up with ten younger brothers and sisters.” “That’s a lot of siblings.” I say, looking back at his handsome face. His jaw is clean and sharp looking, his lips thick, with a scar going through the top and lower right corner. It has a brother, going across his right eye. I move my gaze down to his neck, where I can see dark blue lines wrapping around from the back. I gently nudge his jawline, and he complies, twisting his head so I can see the back of his neck. I try to ignore the spark I feel when I touch his skin. A large circle tattoo, which is sliced like a pie, is on the back of his neck. Each slice has smaller drawings in it, but he looks back at me before I have enough time to st

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

All night he couldn't sleep thinking about it. "I think ... I know where. "Shima replied with his gaze looking at the nape of Kei's neck. Kei noticed Shima's eyes. He immediately grabbed the curve of his neck. Is there something behind his neck? "On the back of your neck there is a sign I think you made a tattoo there. Let me see the shape. "Shima turned Kei's body and pulled Kei's head back a little hard. Kei also screamed at Shima's action.

A few more hours passed and finally, he was done, letting me relax my sore neck muscles from sitting straight for a long time. "It's done" my hand went to rub my front neck slightly before I let my hand fall on my collarbone. Neck a little tense from the bowing position. He holds a mirror in front of me and I turn my body to the side, looking at the new tattoo on my skin and I smile in contentment. "So pretty" I gape at the tattoo with admiration before my eyes gaze up to look at Vincenzo only to find him looking- okay no, staring hard at it, and if stare could kill, my skin would be burned by his stare.

"When did you get ink on your neck?" "Are you going deaf or dumb, Xan? I said Scarlet has the tattoo. And on her chest, not her neck." Asher looked at his twin as if the other man was entering the beginning stages of senility. Xander rolled his eyes. "I know, and I can see that one as well. It matches, exactly, the one that's decorating your neck." Xander pushed his brother's head down, exposing the length of Asher's neck. I leaned up, curled my upper body over Asher's. "He's right, Asher. It's the same symbol, just done in heavy black."

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam