Neck Tattoos Blessed Novels & Stories

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

Nezeira, “I haven’t given it a thought yet. Let’s see. Thanks for the favor though.” The person, “Naaaahhhh…don’t worry about it. Call me if you need any.” The call got disconnected. Nezeira put it on the table and stared at the picture. She ran her finger on the part where both of them wear a ring with an ankh, carved in it, a symbol that belongs to the god of craft. Elsewhere at a remote countryside dilapidated abandoned cottage by the edge of the pine forest of Cresia, lights flickered as someone lit them. He then proceeded to take off the hood and looked at the bracelet in his hand as his eyes glowed red.

his mind linked me. I sat there looking at him. He was right. The blessing they made us stronger. The Goddess had to be looking over me. It could have been so much worse than what had happened. Cade mind-linked me. "The whole pack felt they were stronger. They told me as much." I just nodded. "Oh, and I wanted to tell you everyone in the pack wants to get a tattoo." "Really?" "Yeah, the kids who are twelve are even getting them. After Solstice and seeing that the Goddess was blessing us, they all kind of realized the way you lived in the north was the right way." I was shocked.

see you both together!” She added. “Ink walked round and clapped Alex on the back “anything you want to tell me brother?” He asked. His eyes twinkled, like he knew exactly what he was going to say. “I’m claiming Bella, she’s my girl, she’s my Old Lady. I love her, and she has just moved in with me.” He explained, pride showing in his face. Tina squealed. “What wonderful news! Congratulations you two!” “Thank you, T, Bella doesn’t want to wear a cut, can you tattoo her please Prez?” “Sure, where are you thinking?” “I want it on the inside of my arm, running down to my wrist. Is that ok?” I looked to Alex for his approval. “Perfect baby, everyone will see that.” He smiled down at me. I loved

I shuddered as I watched Ace slowly rid himself of his shirt. Tattoos I hadn't noticed since seeing him came into view. It was everywhere on his skin, the suit did well in covering it. A dragon was running down his shoulder blade to his torso at his back. Both hands inked with tattoos I didn't quite catch. However, the one that caught my eye was a Bible quote running from his earlobe to the nape of his neck. “I can do all things to Christ who strengthens me.” the quote read. I didn't picture Ace to be a religious person or maybe it was just a daily quote. A mantra or something.

The sun had set long ago, bringing a slight chill to the air as he climbed up the steps leading to the ring. The Henchmanś chest was bare, old scars crisscrossing across his back, the odd line, almost like surgery scars littering his torso, but he knew there was only one thing she would see. On the skin above his heart lay a tattoo of Brynhild, the legendary valkyrie who became mortal to avenge herself, underneath was a Queen's crown, set atop a name... her name. There for all the world to see, Braxton had made a lifetime declaration that one woman forever claimed his heart, he had branded himself for her.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder about the stories behind those empowering lines. The ink on her skin seemed to carry a profound message, inviting me to embrace my true self without reservations. Then came the third tattoo, just beneath her right breast, a declaration that struck a chord within me – "Always Choose Happiness." The placement seemed intentional, emphasizing the importance of finding joy in life. As she turned towards me to reveal it, a strange sensation enveloped me, a mix of warmth and a fluttering in my chest. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken connection as her words lingered in the air.

She nods thoughtfully. " Okay so this is what I want you to do to her. I need you to tattoo something across her neck." he must have asked her something because she hums. " I need you to make it as bold as possible. Make it draw as much attention as powerful. I need you to tattoo the phrase, ' I suck it cause it's delicious but like every delicious thing, it has to belong to someone else' and draw a nazi symbol on where her neck meets her chin." I stop on my tracks and digest, well in this case I'm also processing, that she is saying that. Not that it's mean but it's not humiliating enough for that skank. I need to add something to that list. Like maybe cutting off a pinky toe.

I can hear him chuckling at me as he gets out of bed. I quickly throw my hair up in a ponytail and brush my teeth before grabbing some workout clothes from my closet. “Are you joining us for training,” I ask “Absolutely. I am curious to see how different the training program is here. I am looking forward to learning,” he says with a smile. We head out and meet Bren and Damien downstairs so we can all walk to training together. I gasp when I see Bren. “What is that?!” I ask pointing at her neck. It looks like she got a tattoo in the shape of a crescent moon and two small wolves with a galaxy of stars around them. It is a beautiful dark purple that is almost black.