Black Widow Spider Web Tattoo Novels & Stories

I watched as he left, leaving me covered in blood and sobbing. There was something on his neck. I try to hone in on it and I squint my closed eyes even harder as I try to make clarity of it. It was a tattoo. He has a tattoo of a spider on his left side behind his ear. It was red and black like the spiders that eat their mates.

“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.”

“We’re definitely in the right place.” Something shifted above them. Riley’s head snapped up— Too late. The spider dropped. It hit the ground in front of them with a heavy impact, its massive body settling low as its legs spread outward, each one ending in hooked points that dug into the webbed floor. Its eyes glowed faintly. Watching. A red glow appeared above it. Verdant Broodmother — Level 15 (Boss) HP: one million Hayes let out a breath. “Yeah… that’s more like it.”

"I haven’t heard from her in weeks. Seeing as you’re calling, I guess she must be okay?" Maddox shot me a look. "I haven’t heard from her in weeks either," He replied. "But I got your number from her months ago. I suddenly got the urge to get that tattoo she wouldn't stop raving about. But just to be clear, you did the tattoo on her waist right?” The artist let out a chuckle. "Ah, I see. You must mean the spider tattoo—lower right side of her waist?" My breath caught in my throat.

he replied. His scent filled the space between us..cleaner than anything in this rotting dungeon. It made something deep in my chest twist. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust him. But I wanted to. He leaned back just enough to look at me fully, hood falling away from his face. A tattoo peeked from the side of his neck…two crescent marks overlapping. Purplemoon. Old-blood. Rare. I stared before I could stop myself. Before I could ask. Before I could breathe.

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

As Hudson turned toward the closet, Selena’s eyes widened. A large tattoo covered his entire back, showing a fierce golden-eyed wolf—his wolf. But it wasn’t just the tattoo that made her gasp. Beneath it, hidden within the lines of ink, were scars, faint but noticeable, crisscrossing his skin. Her heart tightened as she looked closer. Without thinking, she moved toward him. Her hand trembled as she reached out, lightly tracing the tattoo with her fingertips. His skin felt warm, almost unreal, and she could feel the energy coming from him. But her focus stayed on the scars.

even though I know it's good for me. She smiled at me, knowing that her words has taken its toll on me. Damn it! Curse my code of transparency. "Make sure you eat, Selena", she patted my cheeks and walked past me. "I'm off to bed" I sighed at her retreating figure and walked into our small kitchen. Opening the food warmer, I smiled at the aroma the embraced my face and circled around my nostrils. Nothing better than momma's homemade Spaghetti Bolognese.