Chrollo Hxh Spider 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.

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

Her mind was trying to comprehend what was happening. Those jade greens have this sinister emotion swirling in them. His hand inched closer and she flinched badly. His brows furrowed, noticing something which wasn't there before. He grasped her chin and tilted her face to the side scrutinizing her nape. Grabbing her ponytail he moved it out of sight. "Who gave you this? You didn't have it before," His voice was void of any emotion as she jerked her face out of his grasp. Hunter stoically glared at the tattoo on her nape. It was a dragon and it looked good but the reason behind it soon made sense as he recalled something.

When we entered the bathroom, he set me on the counter before going over to the tub and turning on the facets. He loaded the bathtub up with salts, sweet smelling oils, and bubble bath. I watched him the whole time he worked, admiring his firm ass and broad shoulders. The Goddess sure took her time when she made Xander. I noticed a large tattoo across his back, another picture of the forest but with more wolves, all howling at the crescent moon above. It must be to honor his role as Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Long jagged lines that once ran from my shoulders down to my waist. I covered them eventually after overcoming my fear of riddles of course. The tattoo artist worked for nearly ten hours straight, weaving thick black ink over the damaged skin until the scars disappeared beneath the design of a massive spider spreading across my back. Its legs stretch outward over my shoulders, the body resting directly over my spine. The bell rings and my opponent steps forward. He is large, muscular, the type of fighter who relies on raw power rather than strategy. Normally I might enjoy testing him slowly, breaking him down piece by piece.

She took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. With a delicate touch, Hazel began assisting Francisco in removing his shirt. As the fabric slid off, her gaze inadvertently lingered on his well-defined physique. Despite her efforts to maintain professionalism, the sight was undeniably captivating. Glancing away, Hazel reached for a black shirt and a maroon tie, choosing the combination for him. Hazel delicately touched Francisco's broad shoulders; she couldn't help but notice the multitude of old scratches on his back and chest. However, what caught her attention the most was a striking tattoo—a snake—etched across his entire back. The intricate design added an element of allure and

By the time I lifted my gaze, Elion was already sitting in front of me just like Hael. His shirt was off his body. His back was bare and I saw his tattoo. Unlike Hael's, his were bold, colorful, and very vibrant, stretching from his shoulder blades to his lower back. It was a Phoenix. A big one. With large wings inked in gold, red, and black colours. The beak was open, as if it were screeching. Its talons extended as if it had just risen from ashes. It looked powerful, just like Elion.

His eyes had the colour of silver, making him look like a demigod. His body built biceps were killing and he has the perfect height meant for a man. And in his arms, lies a Dragon tattoo boldly drawn on it. He was wearing an armless shirts, so his tattoo could obviously be seen. And his undercut hairstyle made him a complete dangerous handsome devil. Spooky gulped down hard, holding the hem of her blouse, looking so scared. She has been in the clan for three years now, but she was still not use to Axton's cold face. Among all the members of the clan, Spooky fears him the most.

She was paying well, and it was her apartment. She smiled gratefully and stood up, letting the robe drop completely to the floor. Her body was beautiful; her hips were curvy, and her boobs bounced lightly as she moved. As she bent to grab something from the bedside, I noticed a spider web tattoo on her left butt cheek. It was sexy as fuck. She opened her drawer, grabbing a realistic dildo; it was thick, veined, and long. She settled back into the chair, spreading her legs wide. I had to work from her back so I could fix her eyeliner as steadily as I could, which also meant I got a full view. No matter how I tried, I must definitely see.