Reaper Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Why is it that everyone seems to be scared of this man? I mean, he has a huge body that could crush a person but that doesn't mean he is dangerous now, is he? That's when I noticed his tattoo covered neck. I couldn't make out what it really was but it looked like a tiger's head of some sort. I also noticed a slightly black mark just below his right eye, like a tear drop. But I wasn't surprised that he has them though. I mean, even is cousin have a snake tattoo on his neck.

She takes my hand and we walk back over to the podium. "We will now continue with the reaping. Announcer, please continue." I take my beautiful mate and lead her to our seats. I continue to hold her hand as we sit. She is shaking slightly so I continue to hold her hand. I rub soothing circles on her hand with my thumb and I feel her stiffen slightly before she relaxes. Cora remarkably remains calm and stoic. I have a feeling that she knows that she cannot show how she is feeling to those in the crowd so she mimics my behavior.

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

Fear gripped him, he hadn’t had a tattoo in his life. "I don’t want a tattoo," he replied, and his gaze landed on Jake’s neck. He spotted a red tattoo of Ashley’s name on his neck, and shivers ran down his spine. He tilted his head, staring at Chris in the driver’s seat, and also spotted the same tattoo on his neck. He subconsciously touched his neck.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

I can’t imagine Raphael would have done something as stupid as trying to come onto Rayne knowing who her mate was… But maybe he had thought about it? He just seemed very interested in what she was doing and it was strange to me. I knew Raziel wouldn’t share her, so it couldn't be that. My eyes landed on the mark on Rayne’s neck. I made a mental note to ask Rowen about their marks later on. I noticed before but didn’t pay much attention until now. Both Rayne and Raziel had a turquoise crescent moon on their necks. But only Rayne had a golden crescent moon on her face. I knew that was the Reaver mark, but Raziel didn’t have one. I guess I just didn’t understand how they worked.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Alejandro simply ignored it and looked him over. "Let’s see how strong the future Beta of this pack is." He remarked. Damon looked surprised and I frowned. What was his problem? "Sure, that would actually be an honour. I’ve heard about your impressive abilities," Damon said, pulling his shirt off. Raven admired him appreciatively and I simply smiled. Damon was perfectly toned, with chiselled abs and a defined V... But when Alejandro pulled his shirt off, it distracted me completely. I now noticed the huge tattoo of a skeletal hooded grim reaper, reaping the soul of a wolf spread across his entire back. It had plenty of smaller details that incorporated and linked to the tribal designs around

His fingernails were painted black, and his face closely shaved. Rhett had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, exposing the tattoo of the Triquetra on the point of his cheekbone beneath his left eye, something he had added to each of them that morning and planned to add to Aislen when they brought her back. The small tattoo had been far less painful than the one on Heath’s back of the river house, though Cameron had a different opinion. For someone who liked sex with a side of pain, he’d complained throughout the tiny tattoo.

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”