Black Widow Spider Tattoos Novels & Stories

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

She's always liked tall guys with dark hair and maybe a few tattoos. We laugh a lot as we discuss the men we've dated and how bad they were. She admits she's a virgin. i tell her I am, too. I even say it's a great thing in our world she doesn't seem convinced. We get to the tattoo shop, and we pick two tattoos, one we each will get on our wrist and one that we pick for our selfs. The one on our wrists is a tattoo of two wolf shadows howling at the moon, and the one I get that's just for me is a colorful dream catcher on my shoulder blade. I was done before Annalise, but it was ok because she had designed and drawn her own tattoo, and I got to watch them finish it. I was at a loss for words.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

EVANGELINE. My gaze snaps back to the tattoo on his torso, realising it’s not just any snake but the symbolic sea serpent of Hades… The symbol of the Night Shade Pack, how did I not realise! I look up at him, grasping onto the fact that I had gone straight from the wolf’s den into the monster’s lair…

his sister suddenly mumbled, her head lowered. Venom turned to look at her, then I saw it. Right there on his neck, was the same tattoo I'd seen on Keegan and Andrea. I knew it at once. He was a shadow assassin.

Did I say something to make her feel unhappy? I peer down and watch her finger tips follow the circle on the tattoo. If Zerdan had used regular ink and ordinary needles, the tattoo would have healed already. But he used a special kind of ink and paraphernalia designed for werewolves. So that the ink can stay put before the skin fully heals. “Hey. Are you okay?” I hold her face with my two hands as I stare into her violet pools, shiny from tears flirting to fall.

Long jagged lines that once ran from my shoulders down to my waist. I covered them eventually after overcoming my fear of riddles of course. The tattoo artist worked for nearly ten hours straight, weaving thick black ink over the damaged skin until the scars disappeared beneath the design of a massive spider spreading across my back. Its legs stretch outward over my shoulders, the body resting directly over my spine. The bell rings and my opponent steps forward. He is large, muscular, the type of fighter who relies on raw power rather than strategy. Normally I might enjoy testing him slowly, breaking him down piece by piece.

They bore the shape of a crescent on their backs. The spider was called the Blood Widow, a venomous insect only found in the Five Poison Sect. The Five Poison Sect were the most well-versed with venom, and that was no different with housing venomous creatures. Every venomous creature they housed was terrifying enough to bring about fear in the nation, especially the Blood Widow. It was considered to be one of the most evil creatures. One bite from the Blood Widow was enough to send its venom along the veins of the heart, spreading it through the entire body. It could even affect one's psyche, causing them to lose their mind.

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

“Just there. Something yeh’ll find interesting.” Dom pulled out a knife with a six-inch blade from under her cut. With a silent warning, she let go of the wrist and grabbed her hair where Nessie had indicated. It was ice cold. Swiftly, Dom shaved the patch of hair. The blade was sharp enough that it cut with no issue. The smooth patch of skin revealed the Aranya spider tattoo. “That is interesting.” Dom agreed and forced the younger woman to her knees. “I think before she takes a ride, she should see my basement.”