Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

It had now grown a whopping dozen or so meters but continued to feed on the corpses of its dead companions while spitting out webs around. "Let me kill him! Oh, mighty Lord of the Holy Illuminati, please grant me the power of the Holy Archer to kill this monstrous beast." A ray of white light shot down from the sky that enveloped Tracy completely. The light slowly took shape, in the form of a figure with perfect curves. That was the Holy Archer angel Tracy had summoned, bow in her hand as she aimed it at the spider in front of them. The next second, the Holy Archer released the arrow as it hurtled towards the black spider.

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.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town. They’d been disappointed to discover that none of us had seen the Knucker they were looking for; until Archer, a tall, willowy woman with skin so white that she looked pearlescent, had pointed out that, as Knuckers were shape shifters, any one of us could have encountered it and let it pass us by.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Leaning down, I brushed my lips against his, the touch sending shivers down my spine. My hands wandered over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. I left soft kisses along his face and neck. I paused on his chest, my eyes drawn to the moon tattoo engraved into his skin. I traced its curves, my touch light and gentle. Sometimes I wonder who Luke Hunters really is, he knew of the Orchid but didn't seem to be a part of it, my lips traced the tattoo. Something in me loved to believe he was Moon, but if so, why hide it from me? He loved my tattoo of the dove, which was surprisingly in the same place as his, whenever he got a chance he would lick it, caress it and worship it, whic

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

"Yeah. I'm ready," Seira nodded. She moved back. "Okay. First, before I ask about the lady downstairs. I want to know why my tattoo feels itchy," With her words, she stretched her hand out and Hunter looked down at the lotus flower tattoo, concealing the half-moon mark on her wrist. "Itchy?" Seira nodded. "Yes. It glowed too, a couple of times then it got itchy, so bad I nearly scratched off my wrist," Hunter stared blankly, trying to come up with the best explanation, and when he did. He sighed. "Seem like you are really the half of the Marshall. Tell me, have you felt linked with anyone, an Omega? Did you feel connected somehow?"

"We already noticed 'Goddess Hunter' from the first day it appeared. We decided to define it as a social pressure test. We wanted to see how an ordinary person would react in the modern world when faced with extreme injustice and systemic failure. "All of your retaliation, skills, strategy, and ruthlessness… Even the way you protected your family in the end, we were observing everything." He pointed at the offer I had received. My mind went blank. All my revenge, all my struggle, had only been an arranged test? "Who exactly are you?" I asked. He took out an official document printed on an official letterhead and a brand new ID from the folder, then pushed them in front of me. The ID showed m

Liana stared at me so intently that it felt like her eyes almost pried into my soul, wanting to know all my thoughts and what exactly could be going through my mind. “I don't understand what you are talking about. Why would the driver have the same tattoo as mine I am sure that I am not the only person who has the same viper tattoo. All this is a coincidence and even if I am behind that attack, I would never stoop so low and attack on my own” Mr. Hunter denied instantly.