Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

"And this time, Hunter Violet appeared as an Omega slave. The witnesses who were there that night, said that she had a tattoo on her left waist, a black cat and a violet flower." "A girl?" My eyes narrowed, a faint twitch in my hand betraying the tension beneath my cold composure. "Yes. But judging by the skills, especially the graphic of the murder, I don't think a She-Wolf could do such a thing." "Are you trying to discriminate? We never know who Hunter Violet is. Even the name is -!"

“I bet Daddy is just as crazy about you, too. Isn’t he, you little Prey Hunter?” “So, about hunting?” Tara laughed. “I already asked the sleuth to bring the town two dozen deer and butcher it for you. Is there anything else?” I hesitated. “Actually, there is. Ummm…. So, my mom bought me some stuff… but I’m nervous…” Tara raised an eyebrow at me. “What kind of stuff?” I blushed. “You told me to get laid…..” Her eyes widened. “Ohhhhh… that kind of stuff.” She glanced at Mona. “You gonna keep an eye on your nephew while I do my best friend thing?”

Is he naturally built like this? Asher steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it’s a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It’s lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. “Layla told me about the tattoos in the Bratva,” I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. “What do these all mean?”

I push her against the wall, unzipping her skirt and yanking it down. My eyes fall on her sexy ass. That only makes me throb harder. I squeeze her ass, ready to yank her thong down when I notice a symbol tattooed on the side of her waist. The symbol of the Arkan. My blood runs cold, my heart racing. She’s one of them. Suddenly, reality hits and I feel the hatred return. “What is it?” she whispers hornily. I could snap her neck right now… “This mark,” I say quietly. If she is a hunter, does she know what I am? Is that why she’s here? A part of me doesn’t want to believe that. “Isn’t it the mark of the cruel, heartless hunter group?”

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Mine is a human male’s face hidden in the shadows, half of the face is complete with the crimson light of vengeance in one eye and the other half is the skeletal face of the male with an empty eye socket. Some of my other tattoos are pretty vicious-looking, and some hold what I’d like to think are the fractured parts of my soul. The security monitor mounted on my wall chirps a moment later, warning me that someone is outside my door. Entering my security code, I come face to face with the person on the other end. It’s Hunter Cohen; he’s one of the Confradia techs helping us hunt down Willem Kazik.

The starry expanse vanished, replaced by flowing crimson lava and a terrifying monstrous beast. Eight towering, pitch-black legs bristled with sharp spines. Four pairs of eyes were neatly aligned—two closed, two open. One of the open, eerie green eyes fixed on him with an unrelenting stare. “A Hunter Dragon Spider!” Logo’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly recognized the notorious predator of the Void Sea—a monstrous void hunter that fed on void dragons. In his previous life, he had narrowly escaped a full-grown Hunter Dragon Spider. As he recoiled, suppressed memories surged through his mind:

“They are coming love and you need to run but don’t worry I'll find you again.” Every bone in my body wanted to stay put and help him in some way and he saw the inner conflict shining in my eyes. “They haven’t seen your face yet love so you're still safe please go now while I hold them off. I'll always be able to find you”, he said as he hesitantly put his hand on my chest above my heart. I felt an immediate burning sensation and it was white hot. I shivered and felt myself getting wet. When I looked down at my chest there was a beautiful purple rose tattoo with two thorns. He looked completely shocked at the mark and moved to the side to let me pass. “I will find you”, he said, and I took o