Neck Tattoos Blessed Novels & Stories

“This is an initiation, for you to never betray your alpha again. This is your second chance now so do not fail us. One wrong move and this tattoo will electrify you.” Maximus' deep voice said. When they were finished, Mark returned to the crowd and Ace focused on me now. Maximus grabbed my hand and made me hold Ace’s hands. Maximus then grabbed a big necklace made of white beads and put it on our heads as he muttered something in the Latin language again. Ace’s hands were warm, opposite to my cold ones and I gripped his hand tightly, feeling cold from the sudden breeze. A thunder emitted from the sky but Maximus continued.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

So I let my eyes drop, gazed at the curve of his neck, where the edge of another tattoo peeked out from beneath his collarbone. It was small compared to the phoenix on his back... just a black ink, looking simple yet beautiful. Again... my hand moved on its own, my fingertips traced the dark lines that were on his pale skin. He shuddered quietly under my touch, a quiet sound escaping his throat... which was part breath, part reaction. “Is this… a compass?” I whispered, my voice came out soft, as if the wrong tone could make him vanish. “Yeah,” he said finally, smiling slightly, strangely calm. “ This one was on my 17th birthday. Thought maybe if I inked a compass into my skin, it’d point me

He's shirtless, looking so hot with the dark tattoos and thick muscles as he licked his wet lips. His nose stud stood s*xily on his nose. Of all the tattoos on his body, the most significant one is one of a large snake, sitting on his chest with the stem of a poisonous flower in it's widely open mouth. He looked down at Jezebel who's still lying in bed, waiting for the next shit, then he began unbolting his belt, ready to pull out his meat. Jezebel smiled largely, ready to have him hard again. She's the gang b**ch, the only lady who never gets tired of the boss's d**k.

"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."

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

"Christie. I won't give it to you. You're going to have to tell me what you want, and then you're going to take it." The expression on her face was priceless. Petulant as a child, she tore her eyes from his and began to hastily unbutton his shirt. Artwork appeared contrasted by his fair skin. A raven tattooed above his navel. An ankh on his upper left arm. A character on his stomach. Some sort of Celtic design on his upper right arm. He was covered in ink, and she wasn't all that surprised to see a ring in his left nipple. He caught her looking, and offered a bashful smile that lightened the tense stillness around them. "A gift from a former lover of mine. She did it herself."

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

Not him. Just. Like. Everything. Else. "Yes, Pakhan." I bow my head with reverence, and Aleksander's eyes drift down to the tattoo on my wrist, where his gaze lingers. All the men in the Knights who pass The Reaping at the age of sixteen receive the Viking Futhark rune for defense tattooed on the underside of their wrist. They then receive the Greek Sigma symbol once they're initiated into the Brotherhood. I have neither because not only should no one know of my existence and lineage, but I was supposed to die that night seventeen years ago.