Black Widow Spider Tattoos Novels & Stories

His eyes drifted from the tattoo on her shoulder to the one on her back, and he traced the lines gently, following every detail of the black feline. “Are you going to tell me the story behind these tattoos, especially this one?” he asked. The crawling black panther was stretched on almost half her back, its long, lithe body climbing across her skin. He could see it was surrounded by thousands of almost invisible bloody roses. She smirked, glancing over her shoulder. “You’re so fascinated with my panther…” Magnus smiled and nodded. “I’m fascinated by you, kitten. No, seriously, as much as I like the phoenix on your shoulder, it’s this one that I find so captivating.”

I hushed her, not wanting to talk about it yet, I wanted to be patient and wait until she brought the subject up. “You have been lost inside that head of yours all afternoon.” She traced the lines of the tattoos inked into my skin. I recently got a new one, of a bow and arrow weaved into the design of the forest with two wolves howling at the moon. “Don’t worry about it, Pernwél.” I countered, grabbing her hips and pulling her on top of me.

The crowd laughed. They were sure that this other guy could not defeat the infamous Black Widow. It was rumored that she was born in a land of bitter winter. Strange patterns crawled all over her skin while tattoos of unknown meaning scrawled all over her face. She was said to be enchanted by a great shaman of Diablerie with the souls of venomous creatures. She possessed all kinds of abilities from animals like spiders, snakes, and scorpions. She licked her lips as she approached Logan. "Come to your mistress, little boy."

"Would you like to see the meadows, forest or mountains next?" "Meadows!" Kira clapped. "Forest!" Ver and Erys voted. "I'm just enjoying the tour," Sal shrugged. "Wherever you go." "Well, two votes forest takes us into the trees. Let's go." I turned around and walked into the canopy of trees. "The animals here can be a bit territorial, but the most you'll get is scratched. Now do be careful. The black hawk spider and slinging webbed snake do inhabit the forest. The black hawk spider makes a web outlined with gold colored web, so watch for that. Be careful of holes symmetrically surrounded by rocks, as that's where the slinging webbed snake lives. Other than that, most of the creatures living

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

I smiled Internally, he buried his face in my neck sniffing like his life depended on it. I opened my eyes slowly and gasped immediately at what I saw. I have never seen my mate without clothes but today he was bare from waist to chest and I was shocked because he has tattoos on his body. Do werewolves get tattooed, I thought that was only for humans. His tattoo was so beautiful and creative, a big tattoo of a raven was drawn on his hand and some ancient word on his belly. He was still holding me tightly, his hand was just between my lower back and ass, my thoughts wandered back to the incident that happened at the balcony.

Fvcking sexy beast, Xayden Adler stood in front of me in the arena in the third round with my blood all over his knuckles. Even through the cloudy haze of my swollen eyes, I couldn’t tear my gaze from the tattoo that circled around the left side of the Alpha’s waist in intricate, d*ck-arousing designs and dip under the wicked band of his low-hanging shorts, curling towards the forbidden nether regions. Call it a gut feeling, but I knew that it was a sensuous tattoo meant for only a pair of eyes belonging to someone very special. A pang of jealousy suddenly hit me out of nowhere. I couldn’t help but bitterly think how many people had got the privilege of seeing it while I fought back my Alpha

I need to focus on finding a way out, ensuring my baby's safety. With renewed determination, I shift my attention back to the resistance group. As I observe them closely, my eyes widen in recognition. On their wrists, just visible beneath their sleeves, are the distinctive hawk-shaped tattoos. The same tattoo I saw on the men who attacked me in the palace. Questions flood my mind, demanding answers. Who are these men? What is their connection to Swiftclaw? And how did they come to possess the knowledge of my existence?