Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

Fucking hot. His body was perfectly toned. He had a really broad chest and shoulders, and a solid six-pack. I don’t know, maybe it was an eight-pack, but it looked incredible. And there was a spider tattoo on the upper part of his right chest, right below his collarbone. I didn’t know he had a tattoo, but it made him look so sexy. “Why? Why?” he said, running his hands through his wet hair, which only made him look hotter. I bit my lip hard as I stared at him.

Bryan and Joe immediately reached out to clap hands and exchange quick hugs with their fellow mermen, offering friendly pats on the back as a sign of camaraderie and support. Trent, with his striking black tribal tattoos adorning his torso, seamlessly blending with his black tail and hair, hovered tall and proud. Hunter, on the other hand, boasted a deep, dark green tail and tan skin, his body adorned with depictions of various animals in tattoo form. The bond between the two was evident as they stood side by side, ready to embark on the upcoming adventure with their companions.

He murmured against my hair; his words brought me back to reality. "I should let you go, but I am a possessive Asshole and am never letting you go". Those words lingered as I kept thinking about what they meant for both of us. What it means for our blurry future I wanted to ask him what would become of us after this, but I decided not to. "What does the lion tattoo mean?" He smirked "My last name is Hunter, and I am the predator hunting the prey." I feel the pride and ego lingering behind each word.

Unlike Lucas, who looked a little tamed with a grey shirt and black trousers, Hunter wore a sleeveless white shirt and ripped jeans. With tattoos spread all the way from his upper arm to his uncovered wrist, he looked out of place. I almost groaned when I had seen them from a distance, knowing how it probably looked to other students: the nerd befriended the punks. I did not care what everyone thought, but I simply did not want this to ruin my scholarship as well as my revenge plan. If that asshole saw Lucas and me together, he would tell Shanelle to stay away from Lucas, and I could not let that happen. Not when I was so damn close to finally getting my revenge.

We get out of the car and start walking on the sidewalk, "I do like her, but I don't want her to know." "Okay," I roll my eyes. "Are you going to get a tattoo with us, General?" Hunter asks, opening the door to 'Zander's Greatness'. My father shakes his head. "Nah. I'll wait for you guys at that bar,” he points, “While you get your little drawings done." Zander is a bald man covered in ink who has done ten of my tattoos. My favorite ones, the ones that mean the most to me. This time, Hunter and I get the date of our departure tattooed just below the tattoo we got last year, which is the same, just a date. Small and simple.

“And as I told you, I will tell you again. I am not leaving without the golden stone.” “That’s the game you want to play?” Han walked closer to him. He could literally smash the guy’s head with just a hard h punch, but he held himself. “We are not here for games,” Hunter said at the same time that Lin said, “No, sir. We’re sorry.” Han wanted to kill the guy but the only thing stopping him was the she-wolf. He was intrigued about her. And when he had just met her, he had seen the tattoo on her wrist. The one that no one had been able to get for decades.

Azrael and Hunter have the same matching tattoos. It is just an inscription in Greek. I begged my dad and after persuading him for months he allowed me have it. I replied the message. Guess I have a date this Saturday.

When Hunter returned, the very air in the room changed. He had changed into simple black shorts and a sleeveless shirt that clung to the hard, defined planes of his chest and shoulders. His left arm was a full sleeve of intricate, dark tattoos, swirling over every contour of his muscle down to his wrist. His hair was damp, dark brown strands falling across his forehead. He ran a hand through it, making it messier, and a few threads settled over his eyes. He looked like a perfect, handsome devil...wild, untamed, and devastatingly attractive in a way that felt completely dangerous. I forced myself to look away as he took a seat opposite me.