Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

Our breaths chased each other under the warm silk drapes, melting together the last bits of the thick passion we had just finished. My body felt so light, filled with the stable pure energy from the triple bond tattoo on my chest. Hunter laid his big body beside me, pulling me without resistance into the hold of his strong solid arms. His broad chest rose and fell steady as he kissed the top of my head for a long time, full of a possessiveness that was now absolute. "Finally... you're truly ours completely, Inka. With no shadows of fear anymore."

“They were well-trained enough that they must have intended to capture rather than kill. If they’d wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” He paused, brow furrowed as he seemed to think about what this meant. “Have someone investigate the tattoos,” he said. “Between the matching tattoos and the skilled attack, they don’t have the usual characteristics of a group of rogues. I think that’s the key.” I agreed. Maya burst back into the room, leading the doctor. “He needs his bandages changed,” she said briskly, moving to hover over Hunter. She glanced at the doctor as she brushed the hair from Hunter’s brow and asked if he needed her to get him anything.

This question was asked by Dani. “I'm planning to let the police investigate. When they catch whoever is behind the killings, I'll swoop in and make sure he gets a long jail term.” Nick promised. This time, he was heckled by none other than Trent. “That is not our way! The way of the lycanthropes involve blood and revenge! The hunter must pay!” Trent shouted, sounding like a zealot. Nick massaged his temple and wondered why Trent always had to be a pain in the butt.

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

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

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie