Black Widow Spider Web Tattoo Novels & Stories

His hand is covered in a spider’s web tattoo, his face is ugly as sin with hooded eyes and what looks like a nose all busted up from one too many fights. “Let the fuck go of my hand you dick,” I tell him. His grip tightens. “Your whore of a mother owes me money cunt, and I am here to collect!”

It looked more like a tattoo than a marking. Just behind my right shoulder, there was a black tribal crescent moon, with the outline of a wolf howling at a moon in the tattoo. It was no bigger than an inch and a half, but it looked huge as I looked at it. I never put much thought into the mark the Alpha King had on his wrist, but now that I carried it, I wondered if it was a marking from the Moon Goddess. “I don’t think I can do this.” I whispered as my attention stayed on the mark.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

All his walls had been knocked down by Vincenzo. Lying in bed, breathing in the faint rustic scent of Vincenzo’s cologne, was one of the best things to wake up to. Wade turned and slowly wrapped his arms around Vincenzo. His eyes fell on the tattoos covering his chest and arms. Although he couldn’t make sense of the designs, he found them mesmerizing and gorgeous. The tattoo on Vincenzo’s neck was that of a serpent. But why a serpent? Wade was tempted to run his tongue over the inked skin, to taste and bite him.

Then I heard the grunting. We followed the sound, and in the middle of the room, James had a man pinned down. My other bodyguards stood still, waiting. The man’s head lifted, his face drenched in sweat. His arm twisted, and that’s when I saw it—the tattoo. A spider with a woman’s face on its body. Our eyes locked. Dwayne stepped closer, his voice cold. “I’m disappointed.” The man started to pant, trembling under James’s grip. Dwayne’s lips curled. “I’m going to enjoy ripping out your bones.”

After a moment in thought, Brent’s eyes light up. ‘Actually, even under his sunglasses I could see a small tattoo near his eye. It looked like a spider,’ he explains, and my face pales and my jaw drops. ‘What is it?’ He asks. Shaking, I pull the notes out of my handbag and point to the spider symbols.

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."

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."

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

Eight Years ago, he had been the one who had drawn that tattoo for Royalty. In the past, Royalty despised tattoos. Despite his arrogance, he wasn't wild. No matter how hard he had tried convincing him, the big devil was obsessed with his charming looks. He had stubbornly kept his body clean, and free from Inklings. But suddenly, he wanted a tattoo. A tattoo for a little girl. He had called her Pompom. The big devil wanted the tattoo a secret, and had secretly gone to Spider. That night, Spider was a blind Animal. He kept choosing bizarre paintings whilst greatly teasing the handsome big devil.