Chrollo Hxh Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Something… distant, yet somehow trapped inside me… trying to reach me. And the ache is growing stronger with every breath. But so is the pleasure. The pressure against my clit is stealing my air. My palms press against his chest, both our skins smeared with dried blood. That’s when I notice it — a faint spiral tattoo, barely darker than my own skin, etched around my ring finger. For a heartbeat, my world blacks out. I close my eyes, and all I can see are brown irises. Eyes with no face. A voice echoes in my head:

Now that we were shorter than an arm, I was sure that the tattoo that represented his capital sin was not the only drawing on his beautiful and contemplative olive skin. There were also more of those curved thorns descending to his strong abdomen, and I swore to have seen the tail of a snake drawn so that it went up through the gummies of his belly, before he noticed my look and I had to disguise it with the first thing that came in my head "maybe at that moment I forgot that he probably already knew what was going "You make it seem like there are parts in hell that are not fire and blood, Vraxlon.”

The conversation flowed naturally, and I was just starting to actually relax when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. Alessio was walking toward us, and he was shirtless. My eyes went immediately, traitorously, to his chest. To the defined muscles, the tanned skin, the light dusting of dark hair. And then lower, to his abs, to the V of muscle that disappeared into the waistband of his black swim trunks. And there it was. The spider tattoo on his right hip, just above where his swim trunks sat low on his hips. That intricate black spider that I now knew with absolute certainty I had seen before, had touched before, had kissed before in a dark club thr

His hazel-colored irises were all over my body. "Why am I the only one naked here? This is not fair," I pouted. He started to undress himself, his predatory eyes brimming with such intense desire I thought I would combust. His torn shirt was the first piece to go. Defined chest, ripped abs and strong arms were on display. A colorful phoenix tattoo adorned his left forearm. Pants, shoes and socks came next. When he was just wearing black boxer shorts, I couldn't stand still any longer. Chris was a delicious masterpiece and I would die if I hadn't touched him.

He looks scary, he has a spider tattoo on his head, and I swear to God, he looks like a serial killer from a horror movie. “Hi, Miss Quinn. I am Spider, your bodyguard ma'am”, he says in a thick Irish accent. I smile at him, realising it is the first time someone has called me by my married name. It will get some time to get used to it. I think. I don’t know.

I missed him. Xerxes seized my wrist in his thick fingers, directing me towards the opposite direction we were heading in. Whilst his hunting eyes looked in front, I knew he could feel my lethal gaze on him as his bare muscled chest worshipped with rain. The dress I wore was now slightly starting to become translucent. Diverse tattoos invaded the length of his right arm, and burly chest overstated my nosiness about him. I had seen every inch of his skin and it caught me off guard when I saw a distant ink marking on the back of his neck. Authentic and dark. A Phoenix size of his back spreading his wings that covered his shoulders. It was something I hadn’t seen before. Maybe he got it inked a

He had raven black hair that I first thought were dreads at first glance but then I realized they were actually neatly made thick braids that breached down to his ribs, and covered his round face. He also had almond shaped eyes like the Asian looking small brute behind me, the only difference was this guy had silver–red eyes. Ripped leather black pants with only a silky robe–like jacket he had on. Why wasn't he wearing any shirt? His entire brown chest was consumed with red ink of a flame illustration up to his collarbone, from there was a simple swirl of red and black spider tattoo on the side of his neck then a red ink of three small spheres in triangular formation on his forehead.

Alexander turned sharply, irritation flaring—then stopped. In the man’s palm lay a small black box, no larger than a matchbox. Its surface was matte, faintly warm, as though it had just been held. Etched into its lid was an intricate crimson carving. A red spider lily. The flower seemed almost alive in the low light—its petals curved like flames, blooming darkly, violently, like blood against black stone. Alexander’s breath stilled. He recognised it instantly. The same pattern. The same unmistakable design as the tattoo on her back.

Then, his gaze dropped to the spider lily tattoo on my ankle. Suddenly, he yanked open his own shirt collar. Over his left chest, directly above his heart, bloomed the exact same spider lily. The colour was blood-red. It was a mark he had gone over again and again for five years, carving it deeper into his flesh. "I'll cut him up and feed him to the dogs…" He cursed under his breath. "Doctor! Get a doctor up here now! "I only want female doctors!" He roared toward the door. His voice had a slight, unintentional quiver.

Lori- right back shoulder! Xander- no I have a tattoo on my back, in middle almost lower back. Lori- yes a Phenix on fire!.. but I am talking about the wing like tattoo. It's like a hidden inscription or something but it's really beautiful. Xander- i only have one tattoo!... Lori would you mind if my brother come over?.. Lori- no, i want to go check Rossy anyway so you two can talk. Xander- we are mates, you need to be here too.