Black Widow Spider Web Tattoo Novels & Stories

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

“You’ve seeded the feed?” “In weeks,” Sebastian answered. “Small threads. A dormant backdoor we left months ago that only activates against a particular handshake. I let Knight get comfortable. Complacency makes for deeper cuts.” He tapped a key; one of the status bars ticked forward a fraction. At the far edge of the room, the silent figure — a woman whose presence had been introduced only in shadow and whose name the world did not yet know — moved without taking her eyes off the screens. She was younger than Elara, less ornate, more contained, and when she leaned in, the light made her almost statue-like. Sebastian watched how she watched: not with hunger, but with a careful tempering of f

It's like my words threw a bucket of cold water on her. What’s even more strange is that when she bent over, her shirt rose a bit, and what I saw on her lower back reminded me of something. She had a beautiful blue butterfly tattoo, and for some reason, it felt like I had seen it before. Fuck, if only I kept quiet…. "So fucking close," I mutter to myself as I turn the faucet on, letting the cold water run over my hands before I wet my face and neck. I need to cool myself because shit, that was hot, she's fucking hot.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

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.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Is he naturally built like this? Asher steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it’s a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It’s lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. “Layla told me about the tattoos in the Bratva,” I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. “What do these all mean?”

And Banshee had a lot of therapy. She had one of each of the ten most venomous spiders on the planet, including North American favorites the Black Widow and Brown Recluse, along with some gems like the Red Back and Funnel Web spiders. Every major continent was represented. After the venomous ones were the spiders that really freaked her out -- tarantulas. They were bigger, hairier, and altogether capable of scaring the ever-loving shit out of Shamira. "They can't get you," Banshee explained for the millionth time. "I promise. I've never had one break out of its habitat and run a vampire to ground. Not even once. And you've never even been bitten?"

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.