Chrollo Hxh Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

The guards bristled at the slight movement, pressing their spears closer to him. Xavier raised a hand, halting their movements. I watch as Peter reveals a coiled snake tattoo, just below his ear. I've seen it a couple of times. I never thought it meant anything. But watching as Alpha Xavier stiffens, a momentary look of hesitation in his eyes, I realize that I couldn't have been more wrong.

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

He asked. "You want it now?" She blinked. "Yeah, little fox" he replied, and she bit her lip before sitting up. He sat up too, facing her. She suddenly pulled down the arms of her top, revealing her collarbones. Below her left collarbone, there's a new tattoo in Spanish which reads... "propiedad de Xhen" Meaning...XHEN'S PROPERTY. Roonie's eyes darkened, and his expression deepened as he stared at the sexist ink he has ever seen.

“Well, we met at The Grinning Skulls.” “The Fallen Angels bar? In the MC clubhouse?” “Yeah.” Spider grinned at the look on Tex’s face. “Can’t quite imagine me there, huh?” “In some ways, I can,” Tex said. “You’ve got the ink and the silver…” He lifted his chin to indicate the spider web tattoo across the other man’s face, the tiny spider tattoos all around his neck, the multiple silver piercings in his ears and on his face. “But I can’t imagine you voluntarily walking into that den of rampant homophobia.”

It hurts. But at the same time... My eyes wander off to his bare chest. The tattoos intricate on his back, changing patterns each time his muscles flex wonderfully. I wonder where he'd get those from? I mean, damn... His tattoos are so fucking big you'd think he's hiding something underneath them. I snicker to myself, shaking inwardly at the thought. Anyone with a brain would know that Hunter Ysrael... is an open book. I'd seen many adults look at him like they've gotten him all figured out.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

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.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"