Tatuajes En La Nuca Novels & Stories

Olivia POV The quiet hum of the room was a comfort, the kind of silence that let my thoughts breathe but also threatened to suffocate me if I lingered too long. My fingers trailed over the strange tattoo on my collar bone, tracing its intricate patterns for what felt like the thousandth time. The ink shimmered faintly, even in the dim light streaming from the bedside lamp. It was beautiful, haunting, and utterly infuriating. It throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. Like it was alive. Like it had a purpose I wasn’t privy to.

That's when I see it. The man leading the group turns his head slightly, and the fabric of his scarf shifts. There, at the look of his neck. Just above his collarbone, is a tattoo. An eye. It's small and intricate. Inked in black. With sharp geometric lines radiating from its center. This is not a familiar tattoo in the North or amongst Edmondo's men. It's a tattoo put there as a mark that he belonged to someone... Or something. Something else. Something more secretive, I think.

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

There were indeed scars from the fangs and covered in tattoos. I wrinkled my forehead. "Are marks always being marked near the tattoo? I mean the symbol, "I asked. Jasmine and Dori nodded their heads in unison. "Your symbol is on your neck, you cover it with your hair. That's why William is so sensitive. William the first to know that you haven't marked Noah. If I didn't see your symbol directly, I wouldn't believe that you haven't been marked by Noah," said Dori.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

Cecelia sent a sharp slap to the back of Luca's head. "Get straight to the point!" "Ow! I was getting there." Luca hissed before pulling back on his serious expression. "I'm sure you've wondered why he has a lot of ink on his chest and back only. None on his hand or neck or anywhere else. Adonis isn't a fan of tattoos. I mean, one or two is fine, but he dislikes having a lot of them. Cara sat upright. She didn't know where Luca was going with this and didn't hesitate to make it known.

Lenora's POV Alpha Zade stood before me, stark naked, his chiseled physique on full display. My eyes darted wildly around his body, taking in the tattoo that covered part of his chest and left arm. His tattoo was the same as the symbol I had seen on the signboard earlier. ‘Two daggers crossed over its forehead, their blades adorned with ancient runes.’ Alpha Zade's tattoo, a symbol of his Pack's heritage, seemed to glow in the room's dim light, a reminder of his strength and authority and power.

“You just forgot we exist. Which, again, is incredibly rude.” Keyu gave his usual quiet, judgmental nod. Yael offered a small, easy wave. Norio just wore that smirk of his, like he was privy to the whole plot twist. “So they moved closer, huh?” Yael observed, slipping his gun into his holster. “Thought they’d stay tucked away in Palawan. Convenient for us, though and shorter travel time.” Igor snapped his fingers loudly, successfully drawing our scattered attention back to him. His face was hard, burning with fury that simmered just beneath the surface. “Everyone remember this, they have a tattoo on their neck. That’s their signature.”

Completely naked and with a weak smile on his whitish lips, he pulls the last spl of the plastic sweater and exposes all the rest of the tattooed skin above the bandage on his waist. The drawings engraved on your shapely arms begin in the pectoral muscles with a fusion of messages in different languages, spirals and lines, flowing in a connection with musical notes, stars and rays through your right shoulder to your wrist. On the other side, the head of an open-mouthed Chinese dragon has its syrup outlined on its left shoulder. Among the pigmentation of drawings, there is a skin band with shy black curls separating them.

They all turned their backs while topless. I can say they are "hot" because of the shape of their bodies even with their backs turned. They only put nicknames. Nicknames, age, height, and even blood type are the only information contained there. The tenth picture on the last page grabs my attention. Like the others, it is also topless. It has a tribal tattoo on the waist. The tattoo has almost covered half of its back. I don't know but that body seems familiar to me. I read its information.