Neck Tattoos Blessed Novels & Stories

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

But to her horror, when she was giving him a tight hug, he felt him flinch in her touch. Nina removed her hands from him and asked him confusingly why he fliched like that. Damon did not give her a direct answer. He first told her to remove his shirt. Nina was really confused by his answer. But she did what he said. When she finally had rmoved his shirt she was suprised to see the letter "N" engraved on his back. She couldnt belive her eyes. she really couldnt believe that Damon made a tattoo of her name on his back. To her that was the best gift ever.

he asked. She smiled at him, "Yes. I promise". "So this means that you two have not mates, but I can sense a bond between the two of you though its not complete." Beta David noticed "Yeah, we do have an incomplete bond. Here" Nacen took his shirt up and exposed the red dragon tattoo on his torso, they all gazed at it with interest." This proves that she is my mate" he announced them he looked at her. Alyssia pulled back her hair to show the white wolf tattoo on her neck.

His brutally muscled arms wrapped around me and his…Oh, God I need to stop. I take steady breaths to try to hide my crazy thoughts. I lean a little to the right in the seat and settle back, turned slightly so I can see him without it appearing so obvious. He has three tattooed crosses on the side of his throat and a full arm sleeve of beautiful artwork. Nick never mentioned Rack being an overly religious man but the crosses say differently. “Do you need to go again?” he asks me. My face heats. I guess I was squirming just a bit. “No, I’m good. Here’s your half of the apple.”

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

- “You fell in love by chance, but you're here today because the Goddess knew what she did when she put the two of you in each other’s path. You both chose each other without the other knowing and without the knowledge that the Goddess already planned for the two of you to be.” -Wow, your eyes are so blue! You’re Blue!- -That’s not my name, you know. It’s Kira!- -No, you’re Blue. you’ll always be my Blue- “Every day, as you look down, you will see this blessing - a tattoo, a physical brand I have personally blessed you with. It will remind you, again and again, over and over, of your promise to your loved one. Every time you take hands, you will see the physical manifestation of this bond, a

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

My lips parted when he showed me a bright red paw tattoo on his forearm. “When did you get that?” I asked. He shook his head and shrugged. “What the hell?” Kade asked. Aiden exhaled deeply. “It’s called a Blessing. A mark of the goddess.” The pack and gathered guests murmured and gasped. “She gave one to both of us,” I commented. “She’s blessed your union. Your reign will be blessed.” Kade and I shared a sweet look. Aiden and Selma stood in front of us. Selma was less than pleased, but she faced me regardless.

Leaving him standing there. "I was going to give it back to you once you return; this pendant seems close to your heart." With a heavy voice, he continues, "But you thought of never coming back; You were going to tie knots with him" saying this an anger was visible in his every motion. Clenching his fists he tried to swallow all wrath. "This is the most precious thing I have; it's the closest to my heart. Wearing this I feel my parents are with me. My mothers necklace, a beautiful blessing." Saying this Keeping the pendant close to my heart, I touched it feeling as if I am close to my mom.