Reaper Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Always naked now. They found her in the hallway, still sleepy-eyed. Reid stepped forward first, temporary tattoo pen in hand—black ink, fine tip. He knelt, pressed her back against the wall, and lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. The pen moved in elegant, looping script just above her mound: Ours. The letters were small, precise, curling like calligraphy. When he finished he blew softly across the ink to set it, then pressed a kiss to the center of the word.

Neal shrugged, "Do you have those too?" Ricky smiled and turned around. He pulled down his t-shirt, exposing the tattoo on his nape. Neal leaned close to take a good look. It was a small tattoo of a wolf head with a few horizontal and perpendicular lines. The black ink actually looked good on Ricky's light slender neck. "Your breath tickles." Ricky commented, and that's when Neal noticed how close he was. He scooted back embarrassed. The blonde guy giggled and let go his top before turning around.

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”

Because of the scarring, Tank had to go over that spot more than once. Now is the time for the big reveal. We start with Speed since she isn’t covered yet. Even Damon gets up “ Mind if I have a look?” he asks. Brick nods and Damon looks over. “ Damn, that is awesome. Merigold’s work?” he asks. Speed answers “ The one and only.” I take my phone out and take a picture so I can show Speed. Merigold did a great job on it. It is the Reckless Renegades seal. Inside the seal is a car like Frank with a white rabbit sitting on the hood. The handles of the guns look like they are made of bricks. At the top of the seal is a mirrored R and at the bottom says ‘Property of Brick and Gretchen’. All of us a

"You trust us. We'll take care of you, protect you, give you what you need. But you have to trust that we know what's best." "Even when you don't understand," Reaper clarified. "Even when you're scared. You trust us." My heart was pounding. "Okay." "Say it," Cain ordered. "Say you understand the rules and you accept them." "I understand the rules and I accept them." "Good girl." He reached out and cupped my face, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. "Now we're going to mark you. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to." Before I could ask what that meant, Reaper's mouth was on my neck. Not gentle—his teeth sank into the soft skin where my neck met my shoulder hard enough to make me gasp. He

I lifted one hand, slow and deliberate, and pressed my finger against the mark on my neck. "Feel that?" I said. "That belongs to the Reaper King. And if he finds out your hand is on his mark, your lips this close to it. Do you honestly believe you'll survive what comes next?" His breathing changed. I watched the calculation happen, the weighing of appetite against fear, desire against survival. His fingers loosened. His knee pulled back. He stepped away. "You'll regret this," he said. He straightened his tunic. Smoothed his hair. Put the mask back on one gesture at a time. "Every moment you spend with that monster, you'll think of me and wish you'd listened."

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

Muscles bulged all over their bare backs, tattoos twisted and snaked around over their shoulders, necks, and probably further down their chest. One had a high and messy braid that went from his forehead and all the way down his neck. The sides were skinned. Snake-shaped tattoos decorated one of the sides of his head. The other had a little lighter hair, darker brown. The sides of his head were also shaved down to the skin, but his hair was twisted and formed with leather bands all the way to the middle of his back.

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

I whispered, not to him but to the audacity of the universe. I stormed inside. “How dare you slam the door in my face!” Reese didn’t even turn to look at me. He was already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a broad, muscled back and shoulder blades that flexed beneath olive-toned skin. I opened my mouth to yell, but the moment my eyes caught the ink down his spine, the words disappeared. The tattoo ran from the base of his neck all the way down the center of his back. Dark lines and curves. Almost like wings. Or something written.