Black Widow Spider Tattoos Novels & Stories

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

And at this moment, his mind was on nothing but the feel of Jade's lips on his cock. Jade epitomized the look of the stereotypical bad girl. She had spiky green hair, and piercings and tattoos everywhere. She had five earrings on each ear, she had two rings on the left side of her nose, one on her right eyebrow, one on the left side of her lower lip, one on her tongue, one on each nipple and one in her navel. A spider web tattoo decorated her right shoulder all the way from the neck to the upper arm, with the spider itself sitting in the center; on her left shoulder blade was a vicious dragon, on her lower belly was a flaming skull, and some wicked-looking ornamental designs covered some oth

Both cobras faced each other in their defense position on his midriff, their fangs in display, and their forked tongues stuck out. She didn't see the whole tattoos as his towel covered them; she knew the cobras extended to his crotch. At least she completely saw the diabolic tattoo of a furious wolf on his right breast. Beads of water trickled from his damp hair down to his face. Strands of his wet hair fell over his forehead, as his hair was unkempt. Steams erupted from his body like he doused himself in a boiling tub.

' Viper yells. Venom, the Spider Back’s leader, is holding Taipan, and has his face covered with a black hoodie, but I can make out the spider tattoo under his eye. He tilts his head and taps the knife against Taipan’s neck. Everyone in the Snake Pit is near me, with their fists clenched, knives in hand. Some pull out guns they have tucked in the back of their jeans and I hear bullets being loaded into chambers. Fear overwhelms me, and Hailey, also scared, holds my hand. We give each other a look and place our hands on our tummies. We’re in a deadly situation right now and fear for our babies’ lives.

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

On the tips of each leg, they appear to be more like claws as she pulls her way to the tip of the tub, but I know by three perfect red shiny circles lined down her back, she is no other than the deadly black widow. The way they moved their antennas back and forth at me and glared with their beady eyes. I know that I am lunch. I look for a door, but there isn’t one, only four squares. More spiders emerge from the pipe. Nausea churns within my stomach and creeps up to my throat. To my side, I ball up my fist and close my eyes. "Enough!" I scream out at the top of my lungs. A deep low growl, followed by a hint of earthy scent covers and foul smells. I jump when a spark brushes against my forea

He looked perfect as usual, and his fresh and spicy scent filled the room, asking Blaise's. But what everyone's eyes were on, was of course his shirtless torso. Even Juliette couldn't tear her eyes away. It was the tattoo, the one only true Alphas obtain from birth. Right above his hip, black and terrifying. Juliette couldn't see what it was, but she knew it would be intimating. Whoever he mated, would get a tattoo just like it. She wanted it. It was made by the gods, to signify a true Werewolf, one many can only dream of seeing. A tattoo in myths and legends, and it was being shown right in front of the group.

Thor killed his third attacker and stepped back toward me. “How many?” he asked. I did not answer. Because I was counting differently. Not how many remained. But how many were designed to die. That was when I saw it. On the wrist of one of the fallen wolves, partially exposed beneath torn fabric. A mark. A tattoo. Recognizable. I froze for a fraction of a second longer than I should have. Thor noticed immediately. “What is it?” I knelt slowly, pulling the wrist closer. The symbol was burned into skin with deliberate precision.

He ensured back. I looked around the lobby once again to make sure that we are alone. I finally shoved my hand into my pocket and grabbed that chain in the cluster form and took it out. Noah was curiously looking at my hand. I grabbed one end of the chain and left the other end for the rest of chain to untangle As the chain unfolded infront of us, Noah's eyes Popped out of his sockets in shock. His face turned pale as his eyes were fixed on the metal chain filled with blood. Noah took the chain and rubbed his hand on the snake of that chain.

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I