Black Widow Spider Web Tattoo Novels & Stories

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

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

Fucking hot. His body was perfectly toned. He had a really broad chest and shoulders, and a solid six-pack. I don’t know, maybe it was an eight-pack, but it looked incredible. And there was a spider tattoo on the upper part of his right chest, right below his collarbone. I didn’t know he had a tattoo, but it made him look so sexy. “Why? Why?” he said, running his hands through his wet hair, which only made him look hotter. I bit my lip hard as I stared at him.

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.

He replied succinctly. "A cocoon?" She asked in bewilderment before her eyes trailed across his broad back where below that one was another tattoo of what looked like a worm. The drawings were vivid and artistic but on a closer look, Vivian was able to realize that below the cocoon was actually a caterpillar, she was suddenly interested, her eyes trailed up his back, above the cocoon was a slightly larger drawing, from the distance, Vivian was unable to make out the images in full from the distance where she was standing by the window, so she slowly walked closer seeing him distracted with his hair.

My pulse quickened, and I turned around to see a woman standing in the shadows of the hallway. She was slender, with sharp features, and bright eyes. But it wasn't her face that caught my attention- it was the small spider tattoo drawn on her wrists. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, stepping back, my hand moving toward my gun which is always tucked in my holster. The woman raised her hands in mock surrender, a small smile playing on her lips. "Relax, Zahra. I'm not here to hurt you. Not tonight, anyway." Her voice was soft, almost soothing, but it sent a shiver down my spine.

My eyes locked on the pattern On his back—and there, almost hidden beneath a line of dried blood, was ink. A tattoo. I blinked, leaning forward, my breath catching before I realized it. The tattoo wasn’t simple. No rogue bore that mark. A serpent devouring a wolf's tail. Encircled with fire. The emblem of an ancient rebellion. A forgotten bloodline. One that had caused my family pain. One that had hunted me in my sleep. I stepped closer, as if drawn to it by something magnetic, something that twisted in my gut. I didn’t touch it. Not yet.

She could feel them all, a web of connection that made her part of something bigger than herself. When Dante removed his hand, Aria looked down at her shoulder. There, faintly visible through the fabric of her dress, was a new mark. The crescent moon and nightshade flower, identical to the bracelet, now tattooed on her skin in silvery ink that seemed to shimmer. "Rise, Aria Blackwood of Nightshade Pack," Dante said with a smile. "Welcome home." The circle erupted in howls of celebration. Wolves shifted, their voices joining in a song as old as time. Aria felt her own wolf surge forward with joy, and she threw back her head and howled with them.

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

We’re still standing exactly where she left us when she strolls back in. “All done. You’re all safe now.” She’s grinning, shaking her bold head like we’re the village idiots. “Oh, and by the way,” she adds sweetly, “that’s a Mexican Red-Knee Tarantula. They don’t make webs, only silk out their burrows, Logan.” She beams at him like she’s just taught a toddler the alphabet. Logan doesn’t seem to believe her. And the brothers are suddenly fascinated by every space in the room that isn’t occupied by a human.