Male Collar Bone Tattoos Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

“Hey Evander, see the new neck art on your Beta?” I look at Mark, he and Tyson are sporting very handsome marks. A mark is formed by mates biting each other on the collarbone. Chosen mate marks are dry crusty and not attractive. Fated mate marks like Tyson and Marks’s are shiny pictures like tattoos. Tyson is sporting a red and blue M with a wolf howling. Mark has a gold T with stars around it. Seeing them makes me want to mark Marcella now. The full moon is coming. I’m so excited to sink my teeth into her.

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.

She was pretty, a face you wouldn't suspect that had already killed hundreds. On her neck was an eye-catching bloody collar. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't something that could be removed. The collar was engraved on her neck, like a tattoo. The collar pattern was complicated, like a bunch of runes circling her delicate neck. The collar tattoo was throbbing and slightly moving—it was alive. The woman, Madam Mabel, gazed at where her subordinate came from with knowing eyes. "No, we shall proceed."

He’s like an eternal human cushion that likes to be cuddled up at all times. “Possibly.” I answer evasively, watching him under my lashes as he slides down into a more casual seated pose and keeps staring at me. I try to focus on anything else other than the way he’s watching me eat, and notice an unfamiliar tribal symbol on his collar bone, just above the main part of his chest work that joins to his sleeve, that I never noticed before. Not surprising really, he’s not ever sat naked in front of me while my eyes wander freely. “That’s new, isn’t it?” I point at the little Celtic type line running up his collarbone perfectly, acting like a border to the rest of his black ink. Looking for a di

The man looks at me first before speaking. “I-I don’t know—” Even before he could finish, Cassandra grabbed his collar. “I don’t accept that kind of answer. Tell me you don’t know one more time, I’ll get you arrested for being the culprit.” It’s my first-time seeing Cassandra like this. She is a scary and feisty woman. I can see anger in her eyes. I was about to stop Cassandra but I noticed something on the man’s collar bone. I told Cassandra to let go and I ripped the man’s shirt. He has a tattoo, not just a simple one but it’s the logo we saw on those letters.

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.