Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

We follow him to the lab where the human is being kept. The body is laid on its stomach, a massive dark tattoo stretching across his back. My eyes widen even more when I realize the ink used—it isn’t ordinary. Not the type you’d find in human shops. This one is from our world. “We believe someone here is creating an army of human Hunters,” Adam says, his voice firm. “And from the look of things,” Lance adds, “this traitor we’re searching for doesn’t operate from here. Whoever it is… they’re in the human world.”

She would do everything in her power for it not to come to that, but if that was truely Sally’s wish. Celeste let that thought go. It hurt to much to consider right now and she had a Clan to wrangle into order. She rubbed Hunter’s mark on the left side of her neck. The wound had long since healed into a light milky colour against her chocolate skin, but it still tingled to touch. It was a constant, loved reminder that Hunter and she were tied together. He wore her mark on the right side of his neck. And one day, hopefully soon, Sally would wear her mark as well.

"We can continue this next week?" Hunter shook his head ferociously. "No. I'm done. I can't do it." "You're done?" I asked, my eyes darting from his face to the quarter-finished tattoo. "I'm not even halfway." Everyone's pain threshold was different, and Hunter seemed to be leaning to the lowest of the lowest. I couldn't understand it. He was covered in tattoos, ones that seemed to be on a lot more painful spots. Including the elbow. How he managed to sit through those was beyond me, but also none of my business.

So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise. "Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.

I wasn't sorry, but I couldn't afford to tick Richard off. "No… Hunter. He's here." Ice shot straight to my veins. I turned my head so fast it was like I had whiplash. Of course. Hunter stood all elegant in a mean shirt, sleeveless. Knife rings. And those fucking hot tattoos and piercings that almost made me salivate. Well, shit. I was drooling already.

Lots of tattoos. Familiar tattoos that she once touched and kissed. Hunter’s tattoos. She backs off against the sink, praying to all the gods that she’s not seeing what she thinks she’s seeing. She looks at the door and tries to take a step closer to it, but the man blocks her way and her heart nearly gives way. It really is Hunter. Disguised as a janior. Even with the masked face, she will never forget those eyes. And now those eyes are filled with malice and anger that’s directed at her.

Hunter greeted them as he ran towards the three of them, in his back was the guy. "What is it, four eyes?" Vanessa asked. Hunter smiled at her and showed him a spider in his hand, he quickly brought it closer to Vanessa's face which caused her to scream and to jump in panic. The woman has nothing to fear except spiders. When they were young she was very disgusted with them especially when it was crawling on her body. So she never wanted to have this kind of insect within the organization, but Hunter loves to study the things that arouse his curiosity so that's why he simply puts them in the lab to study. "Cursed you to death, four eyes! You will see, I will definitely kill you for what you d

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.

None of this senseless play of power was right but it was the fate the universe had dealt them, this was what it meant to be one of the seven relics. “Tora,” Chase called. Tora looked in his direction. “What?” she asked, shielding her son from having to look at the man’s corpse for the second time. “This hunter has runes tattooed to his body.” Chase disclosed. “Was that why he was so careless?” her husband added. “It is kind of shameful that the hunters are now relying on witches. Even much disappointing that witches now do their bidding.”

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.