Geometric Neck Tattoo

“That mark on your neck..” he began “No one, must know about the bond between us.” Adina looked at him, startled. “W-what?” “You will cover your neck everyday. You will live as you have and you will never speak of what happened yesterday. I will never acknowledge you as my mate. Never.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Why? Why did you mark me if you didn’t want me?” “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t even look at you.” He stepped closer, the cold in his eyes crueler than anything she’d ever seen. “Do you really think I’d choose you? A murderer?” His lip curled. “You killed your Alpha’s heir. Do you think anyone would want that as a mate?” ~~~~~ Framed for killing her Alpha’s pup. Adina is stripped off her title, and sold as a slave. Adina was once Luna of her pack, now she’s chained and sent to the most feared ruler in the realm. Thorne Vargan Rhukor, the cursed Lycan King. A beast whispered about in nightmares. A killer who murdered his own mate and fed her remains to vultures. But when their eyes meet, everything changes. A forgotten bond ignites. A prophecy stirs. And the King who vowed to never love again… wants her. In a world of beasts, bargains, and betrayal… how much is a soul really worth?

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

This novel is heavily based on the creation of geometric figures, each of which reflects a spell. For example, the circle represents fire, while the square represents earth. But there are countless elements beyond the basic ones, countless regular and irregular shapes, and many other things. Geometric figures of various types on the two-dimensional plane, the appearance and evolution of concepts on the three-dimensional plane, prisms, antiprisms, Archimedean solids. But don't worry, it won't be too complicated. They are just shapes, after all. Furthermore, the highlight will be the fourth dimension! --- “Hey monster, you're not ready for this blow, but I don't give a shit!!” said Lian as he drew a giant circle in his mind. Then, a few istant later, a fireball as big as a house hit a monster just over 4 meters tall... It was a waste of resources, but it was damn fun! “BOOM!!!” he said as the fireball reached the monster, covering it entirely. The excitement on his face was palpable as his clothes and hair fluttered from the power generated by the impact. [Accuracy: 97%] “Tsk, it's really hard to achieve 100% accuracy when casting spells... that just means I have to do better!” Meanwhile, the monster and the entire area around him was destroyed. The crater was huge, flames burned the ground, and ash mixed with dust covered the air. --- In a world full of Gates, Mages and Knights work together to defend humanity from extinction Lian, a boy from a small town, awakens a very... unique system. Casting spells by drawing strange shapes in his mind had become normal for him by now. Thanks to the system, he had become a Mage, a human capable of using mana to cast spells. Facing monsters from the Gates had become routine. Studying magic was a pastime. After all, he had the System, he didn't need to study classical magic. Or maybe not... --- Hey guys, if you Like the novel, do not forget to follow me on Instagram. All the characters of the novel are there. Would you like to see Torren's appearance? Go there! IG: geometric_mage

"She woke up with a burning wolf mark on her skin -- and no memory of who she truly is ." Prizey's life was normal.... until it wasn't. A glowing tattoo, a mysterious boy with ocean-blue eyes , and dreams that feel like memories pull her into a world that shouldn't exist... A realm of cursed wolves , broken moons , and seven powerful or dangerous creatures tied to her fate... As darkness spreads and souls vanish , one truth begins to haunt her : She's not just human . And love..? it may not save her --it may destroy her . Because a werewolf is madly fall in love with her........ SRF: Wolfkissed Soul is a dark fantasy romance about fate , forbidden power , and a love stronger than death itself..

As the most devout priest of the Holy See, Elias never imagined that he would have a forbidden love with the paladin Theron. When he first treated Theron, he discovered that the majestic knight had ancient dragon bloodline flowing through his body. When Theron's dying wound miraculously healed under the holy light of Elias, a secret tremor came from the depths of their souls at the same time. The strict discipline of the Holy See warns them, but every night Theron quietly arrives. Your holy light is calling me, Reverend. "Theron's hot breath brushed against Elias' ear. In the darkness, Elias trembled and responded, 'In the name of God... this is blasphemy...' No, "Theron's kiss burned on his neck," this is our miracle

Six teenagers. One war-torn world. And a fruit that changed everything. On the 84th day of hiding, after the skies burned with missiles and their homeland crumbled under a silent apocalypse, six teens emerge from a forgotten shelter only to find their world… no longer theirs. The ground is cracked with realm fractures. The sky bleeds twilight. And a strange fruit, glowing in the dark, offers power but at a cost. Each of them gains a mysterious half-tattoo, a Veinmark, symbolizing a power tied to an unknown realm. To unlock it fully, they must pass a cryptic test. Guided by a strange, unnerving figure known only as Riftling, they face evolving threats called Daevarian's beings that are far more than monsters. As realms shift and secrets unravel, the six must survive long enough to understand what they are… and what they’re becoming. But some truths come too late. Some powers come at a price. And in a world where time bends, shadows speak, and fate itself is fractured even heroes can vanish.

She woke up with no name, no memories—only 108 tattoos etched across her skin, each one pulsing with secrets she doesn’t understand. Every mark is a clue. Every line, a lie. Hunted by shadowy organizations and haunted by flashes of a life she doesn’t remember, she’s forced to trust a man whose name was written on the back of a photo: Agent Marlow. But even he doesn’t know the full truth—because she might not be human at all. Who created her? Why was she erased? And what happens when every tattoo unlocks a new power… or a buried sin? In a world where reality is paper-thin and identities can be rewritten, she must fight to uncover the chilling answer to the question that terrifies her most: If she was never real… then what is she now? ⸻ Volume 2: The Fracture Astra Vale survived recursion. She survived Zero. But now reality itself is breaking—and each fracture shows her a version of life she could have lived… or never escaped. Memories are overlapping. Faces are returning twisted. Entire timelines are being collapsed and erased—by a failsafe protocol that calls itself “The Fracture.” Astra is the only one who remembers the original world. And the only one who can decide which version of truth survives. But with every step forward, another version of her awakens. And one of them? Might not want to give this reality back.

You only wanted to see it... So, you did the unthinkable—used a mysterious stone to change yourself into a FREAKING HOT PRETTY BOY. Now stuck in a boy’s body, you sneak into an exclusive VIP mafia-son-only event. But when a priceless watch goes missing, you’re the prime suspect. Dragged into a dark room, a gun to your head, you come face-to-face with a dangerous, tattooed mafia heir—cocky, cruel, and annoyingly hot. He looks into your panicked eyes… and smirks. > “Your eyes are too pretty to kill.” His voice is low and dangerous—like he’s already peeling your clothes off with his gaze. *** He’s arrogant, but your eyes make him horny—though he’d never admit it. Will he ever find out you actually belong to the enemy clan? A very forbidden enemy clan. Even as he’s fallen way too deep?

‘It felt like venom was being injected through the bite. It felt like Ethan’s very soul, his life force was being drained along with every drop of blood. It felt like he was being scorched in the eternal flames of Hell. But Ethan still didn’t let go of the Vampire girl. He kept pressing her head tightly against his neck…‘ ………… The Vampire’s Bloodbound follows Ethan Duong, a high school junior from Class 11D at Harmony High. After saving a dying Vampire girl by letting her drink his blood, Ethan becomes a “Bloodbound” - a human bound to a Vampire by blood, will, and fate. From that day on, his once-normal school life starts spiraling out of control. Strange, hilarious, terrifying, and romantic things begin to unfold, dragging Ethan into a hidden world of blood, secrets, and creatures that do not belong in this world.

"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. "Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. "Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," *

You think this is just another love story with a villain twist? Oh, darling... no. This is the kind of pain that doesn’t heal, even when the legend ends." There once was a legend. A woman who commanded the battlefield like a storm. Feared. Worshipped. Unstoppable. Her enemy? The Demon King—ruthless, cold, and sworn to destroy her. But legends lie. And the truth? The truth was buried with her. 100 years later, I wake up. No memories. Just a scar on my neck… and a feeling in my bones that I was never meant to be ordinary. They told me it was trauma. That I was injured, that's why I have a big scar on my neck But then I saw.... him on the street. The boy with the eyes of a war I couldn’t name. I knew him... I think He didn’t know me. But my past did. And it came for me. Because the monster I’m running from… isn’t just someone. It’s me. And the deeper I go, the more I realize: Some legends are not meant to return. But I already have. I must fight against my own past—the monster I once was. And my past is waiting. Cover Visuals edited by me — base images originally from Freepik.com.

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should. Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home. Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held. Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

Xavier wasn't expecting much from today—maybe a boring meeting, definitely some subpar coffee. What he didn’t expect was a silver lance aimed at his neck, a teenage girl with the attitude of a war-hardened NPC, or getting dragged across several floors like a human mop. When an encounter with a very aggressive seventeen-year-old turns into a rooftop revelation, Xavier learns the impossible: he’s an Executioner, born with a power called a Gate—and monsters are out to kill people like him. No, he doesn’t remember signing up for this. Yes, it’s apparently non-refundable. Add in a teleporting hallway, a superpowered girl who clearly skipped the empathy tutorial, and a muscle-bound giant that could double as a building—and Xavier’s world is flipped upside-down faster than you can say, “I’m hallucinating now.” It’s his first day as an Executioner. He’s already regretting everything.

Meg, Meg, Meg? where are you taking her? who the hell are? Answer me dammit, Kinn's voice trembled reaching for Meg. A huge muscular guy in a white attire appeared behind Kinn. He pulled Kinn from his collar and whispers in his ear, "who we are, none of your business ";he pushed him back. Before jumping into the car, he paused and warns Kinn to back off. With his hands in his pocket, he rotates his neck saying, "she's not Meg. She's Millina Caroll". Kinn stood there in a shock alone at the wedding hall, failed to think how his life took a 360° turn. Will Kinn ever be able to turn the tide and find his love Meg?? Without wasting any second, dive into the story full of love, lesson and laugh with bunch of crack heads playing major role in their love journey. It is not a fairy tale but it will make you feel that magic and love both are in the air.

"I was never meant to be here." In a world where Gifts determine status and power, Saul Mayne stands at the top — a sword-wielding prodigy blessed by fate. Louis Hall follows closely, heir to a billion-credit empire with talent and pride to match. Then there's Paul Wayne — a nobody. No background. No family. No rank. Just a strange tattoo on his hand and a broken system that shows a question mark where his identity should be. He shouldn't even be at Diamond Academy, the elite combat school where future heroes are forged. But the invitation came. The uniform fit. The door opened. Now trapped in a sence that isn’t his, Paul must navigate ruthless guilds, overwhelming talents, and an academy designed to chew up the weak. But there's something wrong with this world. And Paul Wayne might be the glitch that changes everything. --- An academy setting. A mysterious system. A forgotten extra with no place in the script. The truth behind his existence… starts now. ---

When Saguna's sister vanished twelve years ago, no one believed his story about shadow monsters. Now the marks on his neck are burning, whispers haunt his mind, and fire flows from his hands. With two unlikely allies bearing similar marks, Saguna must master his abilities and repair the thinning Veil before the shadows consume everything—including his trapped sister.

In the kingdom of Avareth, power is not taken - it is revealed. When the Stillbinding Ceremony calls the worthy, they are sent to the mountain strongholds to undergo the Trine Awakening, where each is granted an Etherpath: a unique manifestation of their identity across three forms - Flow, Pulse, and Mark. Brothers Sayan and Zavian Vale, born of the Vale bloodline, are chosen. Sayan inherits the Tesseract Path, entwined with gravity, space, and geometric abstraction. Zavian awakens the Mindweaver Path, a power tied to thought, perception, and the mind. Their journey begins in the northern bastion of the Aetherguard, where initiates train under elite Sentry instructors before being assigned to Path Mentors. As the mountains echo with ancient silence, and Etherpaths reveal more than just power, the whispers of Avareth grow louder. And not all who listen emerge unchanged.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

Abandoned by his friends and sold to slavers half-human busboy Niko must pick up the pieces and endure. As he prepares himself to hunt down his friends and the masked slaver that captured him. With nothing but a tattoo to go off of Niko must uncover the mystery of the slavers and fight back. No matter what.

**** Hello everyone, This is my second Book. And I hope I can write more than a 100 chapters of this book.*** Neo, one of the three stars of SkyCloud Academy, was just an orphan. But is he truly? The pendant hanging on his neck always seem to refute that claim. However, the world would not care about its refusal, for his brilliance has given birth to flames of envy. The flames burnt Damian Sunblade from inside with such intensity that he decided on taking Neo out of 5he picture forever! And thus unfolded plot after plot, hidden schmes and conspiracy that shattered Neo's freedom, extinguished his hope, stained his brilliance.......most importantly it awakened something that has been restrained, dormant deep within him. And thus the world will witness the rise of a ruler, who sets out for revenge and ends up in conquest

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

Purity a low ranking, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

It seemed like an easy mission for The Cathal Brother. Find the traitor that betrayed their family and operation. Take the infamous hacker Christopher Young as well and take him under their employment, however, when raiding the mansion they did not expect to find that Christopher Young is nothing that they thought he was. Christopher Young is a curvaceous young woman with piercings tattoos and dreads. Can these four brothers handle the chaos that comes with this princess?

A faint whisper sounded in her mind telling her to call it's name, though near death she summoned her courage and spoke a an unknown word "$#@/()@##)@)#" In an instant Whoosh---  A powerful kick smashed the tyrants head and drove directly into the ground with such force that it's neck directly cracked as its body spammed and wiggled before turning silent "So, you're the lowborn hybrids that commands this fellows here?" The whole group was stunned as they turned to look at the person who appeared from nowhere and killed a tyrant with a casual stomp The youth was tall with a slim stature visible even though he was covered in a long white cloak, shoulder length white hairs with light blue eyes shimmering with an ethereal light but that couldn't hide the disdain and contempt present in those seemly cold and unfeeling eyes even though he had a smile on his lips.

"What you gonna do? Force your way out?" He smirked. My eyes widened due to his audacity. "Y-you a$$hole!" I exclaimed in annoyance. Why can't he understand the word no? I saw how his demeanor got dark. His already chinky eyes narrowed into slits as he glared daggers at me. His stance grew predatory, and I blanched. He's being scary. "I am what?" He whispered animosity is on his voice. My tongue got tied as I tried to bite back a curt and failed. He was already walking towards me, but I held my place. I'm not going to show him he can intimidate me. We were just mere centimeters apart now, and his scent invaded my personal space again. "You are staying." He mumbled. His fingers traced the contour of my collar bone before dipping at the hollow on my neck. "And you know that we still have that deal, yeah?" He moved his fingers up my neck and grabbed me by my nape before pulling me close to him. His face hunched closer to nuzzle my neck, and then he started pressing little kisses that made my eyes close. He is seducing me... "We're going to seal that deal sooner or later, Lyubov moya. I hope you're ready." He rasped in my ear right before he bit down. --------------------------------------- Wynter McIver, Queen of the Boardroom. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she always gets what she wants. At 28, her mother pushes her to marry, but she never agreed nor even think about it. She's in her prime life and being tied down is still out of her mind. She had boyfriends before, but none of them could coax her into marriage. But when she met the ruggedly handsome and mysterious Keith Andrew Nagasaki, her thoughts in marriage fled out of the window. At last, she met her knight in an Armani suit, her other half, and she would do anything to have him. But when she discovered his deepest and darkest secret, she didn't know what to do. She was trapped in wanting the man and fearing him. WARNING: R18 Credits to the artist

After five long years abroad, Ray returned by the request of his dying father. But he didn't expect returning home would this be...so secretive and mysterious. He stepped inside his old home, and he was greeted by four tattooed, undeniably gorgeous, but mysterious women. Who are these women? And what's their intentions toward Ray?

What do you do or, what can you do when the curtain is closing in on your life, When the End is Near! You feel as an invisible noose is tied around your neck, making you feel as you can’t breath. A gun pointed right at your head! In a ocean drowning with no way out! NOTHING! Jared could do nothing, until death came for him! But in death came…REBIRTH!

In a realm where gods do not simply rule they brand the path to power is carved into flesh. Every noble child receives their divine tattoo at age seven: a sacred bond to a patron god, proof of lineage, and a lifelong oath. But when Lyric, heir to House Velastra, receives her mark, a second one blooms across her skin—unbidden, unrecorded, and unholy. It whispers not with divine radiance, but with memory. Forgotten memory. Forbidden memory. Exiled from her bloodline and cast into a fractured sanctuary, Lyric begins to uncover the buried history of a god long erased: Orryn, the Keeper of Memory and Silent Rebellion. As ancient wars are reignited and divine truths rot from within, she must choose—become the weapon her family fears, or the spark that severs a world from its parasitic gods. But the realm itself is not a passive stage. It watches. It remembers. And it is no longer content to observe.

Duke is forced by tradition to adventure out to the depths of the Underworld and make it out alive. Adapting to his newly found magical powers and making friends on the way, will he survive and make it make to Elizabeth? or will he stay in the caves to grow stronger

He walks beneath the moonlight, hiding from the world. She hides in the shadows, cursed by sunlight. One snowy midnight, their fates collide — her fangs on his neck, his heartbeat echoing in silence. What begins as a thirst for blood slowly becomes something neither of them can escape. In a world where light burns and love bleeds, can a lonely boy and a cursed vampire girl rewrite their fate? A gothic romantic fantasy begins under the crimson moon.