Meaningful Neck Tattoos Words Novels & Stories

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

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

I'm sure that's the main reason why her boss respect and trust her intelligence. Blake noticed a strange tattoo at the back of the patient's neck while she was treating him and what baffles her is the fact that she has seen the same tattoo at the back of her father's neck before he died.The cause of his death is still unknown to everyone.The tattoo is the inscription of two blood axes crossing each other with a Greek word written beneath it.She can't speak Greek so she was unable understand what was written under the axes.She wanted to snub it but the thought of her father having the same tattoo before he died made her change her mind.She snapped it and decided to get the meaning of it from

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

she spoke each word with intensity. "...ott van remény," I finished up the creed. Honestly, I'd heard, or seen it somewhere as a kid. Later, I regurgitated that saying to impress some A****n chicks. "Great, we have the same catch phrase." Alkonyka took off her shirt, revealing her lilac bra. Her tattoo was in Hungarian written in an archaic fashion. 'Where there is Valor' arched over her belly button and 'There is Hope' dipped beneath.

My eyes trailed down her body, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her skin, each one telling a story of her strength and resilience. As I continued to trace the lines of her tattoos, my gaze fell upon a single name inked right below her left breast: Reynard. Reynard. It means male fox. She used to call me that when I called her my little fox. The sight of the tattoo stirred something deep within me. She had permanently marked herself with my name, a symbol of our connection that transcended time and distance. My heart ached with emotion, a mix of love and disbelief. She had tattooed it. She had carried me with her, even when we were apart. I reached out gently, my fingers tracing th

, Neil started scrolling and searching the picture with the fear of losing it. A huge smile came on his face when he was finally able to find the picture and he hugged the picture tightly close to his heart and remained like that for a few minutes. In the midst of the unsettling aftermath of his nightmare, Neil found solace in the inked symbol, seeking strength from its hidden meaning. Perhaps the tattoo was a talisman that provided him comfort during moments of vulnerability or fear. It was a silent testament to his journey, serving as a symbol of courage and resilience that he carried with him wherever he went.

"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."

I whisper. "What?" I look back at him, my eyes teary. "The mark on his neck, it means he is mateless."

The ones lined around and up his arms were normal. But the ones the crawled up to his back, shoulders and neck didn’t look ordinary. On the side of his back, crossing to his shoulder and a certain path that crawled up to his neck looked like a chained bird that got loose. That loose chain was the crawling one on his neck. “What does this tattoo mean?” I asked, hoping he’d answer me. Martil sighed, puffing smoke into the room. “It’s an Omertà.” “What’s that?” The name itself sounded strange.