Reaper Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Even the tattoo curling up his neck—a snake—looks unsettlingly familiar. “Miss Rhea?” he says. He doesn’t wait for my answer. His hand tightens for a brief second, then lets go. “The Reaper wants to see you.” My stomach drops. I look him over again. The jacket. The ink. The quiet confidence. The danger clinging to him. I narrow my eyes. “I don’t,” I say. “Thanks, though.” I turn and walk away. Fast. I didn’t notice it before. I was too busy reeling over the twin thing. But now it’s obvious. The matching leather. The same kind of men. The same feeling in my chest.

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

and followers have the luxury of choice; they can bank their blood every three months and refuse to donate if they don't want to draw blood. As for rank, they wear a bracelet with a number ten engraved on it, between the blood bags and the "elite." The only untouchable ones are allies, humans who do the dirty work of burying and killing other humans at the vampire's command. No matter how much someone wishes to taste their blood, a vampire can face the death penalty for feeding on allies. Even though the system claims Invictus has humans up to fifty-five ranks, allies carry a higher number. It doesn't increase their value, but the number sixty tattooed on their forehead gives away the secre

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

He nodded. Nicole had noticed, "I think we can leave now. I am starting to feel abit dizzy." "Sure, let's go,” Jack walked over to Marcus and Claire, "have a good one, guys. We will keep in contact." "Are you leaving this early? It's only 9 pm." "Yes, Claire, for some of us on dates, 9 pm might be early." Angela rolled her eyes at Nicole and Claire's drama. "Have you noticed the reapers tattoos on his face? I mean, who writes death on their forehead, with eight strips and lines across, tattoo teardrops, and a cross on the front of his neck."

Her eyes were pits of black. For a heartbeat Kael thought the world had ended. He fell to his knees, the sound that tore from his throat more animal than man. “Rhea…” His hands trembled as he reached for her, desperate to find breath, heartbeat, anything. But Violet’s voice cut through, sharp. “Kael—wait.” She crouched by the body, fingers brushing the girl’s shoulder. Her eyes widened. “Look. Here.” Kael blinked, forcing himself to see. A tattoo curled across the girl’s shoulder blade, a twisting vine pattern inked deep into her skin.

Reaper stopped in front of the last one and knocked twice. "Come in," a deep voice commanded. He pushed the door open and shoved me inside. I stumbled but caught myself, straightening to face the man behind the desk. The guy was exactly what I expected: mid-forties, heavily tattooed, with a presence that demanded respect and instilled fear. His eyes were calculating as they appraised me. "Found her asking questions about Johnston," Reaper reported. Venom leaned back in his chair, fingers intertwined. "Is that so? And what's your interest in dead bikers, sweetheart?"

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

I risk a glance at the man again, and I almost drop dead when I see the Roman numeral seven tattooed on the back of his neck. It’s the same number. From my visions!

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.