Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

I squeeze her ass, ready to yank her thong down when I notice a symbol tattoo 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 in and I feel the hatred return. “What is it?” she whispers hornily. I could snap her head right now… “This mark,” I say quietly. If she was 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 of the cruel, heartless hunter group?”

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.

“This is completely new territory for me.” My eyes betray me. They drag over his bare chest, his abs, the way his pants sit low on his hips. And I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of his tattoos — ink and meaning and temptation. A yin-yang with hearts instead of dots and the number thirteen at its center, about the size of a big coin, is on his left side underneath his arm. Curling above it is the Peter Pan lettering — Sniff pixie dust and soar — in a cursive font. And on his bicep — the Reaper logo stamped on like a warning label.

"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?”