Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Henry muttered and I knitted my brows, "Who?" "He had a tattoo on his hand, a red scorpion tattoo design. I have heard about them before and they are dangerous according to what I have heard." He explained and I nodded. Who could have sent them to kill Vander? I'm definetly going after them to get some answers. "Little one, I don't want you to do anything rational. I'm fine." Vander insisted. "No Vander, who knows if they will come back to hurt you again. I'm going after them, I need some answers. You are not stopping me." I sharply said and he rolled his eyes.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

Marco asked me, and I looked him in the eyes. "I think it is best you ask him that question. I doubt if John Hunter attacked Linus Manuel because I have documents from my father's archives that shows that they were close friends. Since John Hunter keeps to himself most of the time, I doubt he would be available for a meeting and interview." I replied, and I could sense Marco relaxed. "Are the vampires not affected by this? John is a daywalker he should be here too unless he has something to hide." One of the hunters said, and some of them agreed.

I watched as he left, leaving me covered in blood and sobbing. There was something on his neck. I try to hone in on it and I squint my closed eyes even harder as I try to make clarity of it. It was a tattoo. He has a tattoo of a spider on his left side behind his ear. It was red and black like the spiders that eat their mates.

Hunter leaned up pressing his lips on hers as he kissed her passionately. She broke the kiss panting when his eyes fell on something on the wall behind her. It was a mirror in which her back was showing and his eyes widened. He abruptly turned her around before pushing her front on the bed under him as he stared at the tattoo on her back. It was a huge skull that had flowers growing out of it covering the whole of her back. He was grabbing her waist but he noticed how she stiffened. "H...Hunter, I... I..." She couldn't form words as tears gathered in her eyes. His eyes widened when he realized something. He abruptly pulled her up in a sitting position. She didn't have to say it but he realis

She didn’t know if she could protect herself. But she would die standing before she let these people see her break. The lead hunter’s gaze devoured her. Tiara buzzed violently, static cracking through her system. “Ma—ma—mama—run—” Jenna’s stomach dropped. “No. We stay together.” The hunter stepped into the firelight, revealing more details—bone piercings threaded through his ear cartilage, teeth strung as necklaces, symbols cut into his ribs. Then he raised the spear.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

He smiled. It was all hit and duck, play and game until he got enthused and pulled off his shirt, casting it at the roaring audience. I stilled, my vision reddening. The dark red tattoo of an arrow piercing an animal skull on his shoulder mugged all my attention. It was a tattoo I could never pass into oblivion. A tattoo that only hunters wore. Defiance was the only word blazing through my mind. Red and hot. I had him by the throat up against a post. "Why do you have the hunter's tattoo?"

High cheekbones and a very very sexy lips with an equally straight nose. So freaking beautiful. My breath caught and my heart seemed to be not functioning properly. It kept stuttering, beating out of time. As he stepped in he completely ignored my presence. Three steps ahead, he turned and looked in my direction, who was beside the shop's door and the most cornered place beside the window. He turned and I could see the tattoo that ran up on the side of his face, like a carving of some kind, so beautiful. He surpassed the hot meter. He could be in a magazine, posing and the article will be titled, 'Dark angel spotted nearby.'

Hunter still held the contract and flaunted it in front of Daran. "I… chose Daran Carver as my lord!" Everyone froze. Hunter looked at me intently. I'm not going to come to you, Hunter. The contract in Hunter's hand burned by itself as a sign that the contract could not be canceled. The fire from the contract felt like it was burning the skin on my arm. When I looked, on my right hand appeared a rune (magic spell) like a blazing flame. The fire went out, leaving an intricate black tattoo of a hexagonal seal on my skin.