Chrollo Hxh Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Blood sprayed. Rupert tried to crawl away, but Chris grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. "You call yourself a man when you beat on women like this?" Then he saw something strange on the back of Rupert's neck. Black ink. He ripped the shirt some more so he could get a better look. It was a tattoo of a scorpion with its tail curled and fangs bared. Chris's blood ran cold. The Scorpion Gang. Max growled louder now, a deeper rage igniting.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

I stared at him. His bare chest glistened with sweat. His breathing was ragged and uneven. His chest rose and fell in such a manner that I wanted to go tap him immediately. As I moved to see, I froze on seeing something. The shock had rooted my feet to the ground. Chase had a dragon tattoo on the side of his belly. But that was not what caught my attention. I squinted as I saw clearly little holes and dents on his skin and they absolutely had nothing to do with the tattoo.

Grandmother Haze placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Finally, Collins Haze, a young man with an athletic build, chiseled features, and piercing icy blue eyes, joined them at the table. His sharp jawline and striking tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes on his left hand drew attention. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie shaped like a miniature phoenix, his style impeccable.

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

His hands held the railing as he leaned on it, putting some of his weight on his hands and looking at the ocean. I was relieved to find him there. Standing behind, I looked at his back and for the first time, I actually looked at the tattoo on his back, near his torso right in the middle, where his spinal cord was. It was an inverted cross with snakes wrapping around it. It was demonic. He was demonic. I mean who gets an inverted cross tattooed on their body? I walk to him and stand a few feet behind. “Why are we still here?” I ask looking at his broad back, scrunching my eyes due to the bright sun.

Stanley immediately complimented. However, Xyla instantly shook her head. “I forgot to tell you earlier… About the tattoo…” After that, Xyla told Stanley everything about the tattoo. Stanley cocked his brows in shock after hearing everything. “What?” He gasped. “The nine-tailed fox must have done it… Why did it do so? What is it up to?” Xyla said. Stanley’s frown deepened… He gently touched the red spider lily on Xyla’s hand. “I’ve no idea…” He had a look of concern in his eyes.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

She glanced at me like it hurt to do so,and at that point it seemed her upper lip was always perpetually curled up–her nose wrinkled–whenever she stared at me. “Scorpion tattoos,” she said, no longer looking at me but at an empty space between us. “They seemed familiar,” Harris muttered. “Thank goodness I was able to bring one of them home with us.” I bolted up from my seat before I could stop myself, immediately feeling the judgemental stares of the family as they watched me curiously. “Um…I wanna see him,” I gave a shaky smile. “Is he in the house?” The alpha was the only one who nodded in response. “He is, we're going to get more answers from.”