Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

He looks scary, he has a spider tattoo on his head, and I swear to God, he looks like a serial killer from a horror movie. “Hi, Miss Quinn. I am Spider, your bodyguard ma'am”, he says in a thick Irish accent. I smile at him, realising it is the first time someone has called me by my married name. It will get some time to get used to it. I think. I don’t know.

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.

“It says you are a healer, right? If you are, then I might need your help. My mate got shot by poachers last night when we were out hunting, I think the arrow was poisoned because she's kind of finding it difficult to heal. We lost our healer during the war last year and the one we got now isn't really up to the task but I know you are” “Me? What makes you think that I’m a healer? Anyone can get this tattooed on their wrist. It's just a marking” I scoffed, finding Hunter ridiculous, and hid my tattooed wrist behind my back immediately. I mistakenly revealed it to him when I brought my hands out to show him that I wasn’t chained since he wouldn't let me out of the room. I knew he was up to so

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

Still better than the alternative, which is keeping my spine to an Alpha and calling it a plan. Up close he's worse, which I knew he would be, which is somehow also insulting. Gold eyes, the wolf swimming around behind them, looking at me the way a thing looks at you when it's already calculated the odds on which of us is faster and found the answer amusing. My crossbow hangs off one of his fingers by the trigger guard while he decides whether to give it back or mount it on a wall with a little brass plaque. HUNTER'S. FAILED, REPEATEDLY.

“ about this mating and marking process” “ and” i nodded, watching her carefully She took a slow breath’ “ I don't understand this bond, I don't understand you.. But I feel it.” My expression soften “Thats enough,” I said quietly Jessica stepped closer to me. “ if i accept it… you dont control me.” “ Never” I said instantly and I am happy within myself. “ I don't want to stop being a hunter because that's what my dad wants for me.” she said “ i wont stop you from being you” i assured her

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

Long jagged lines that once ran from my shoulders down to my waist. I covered them eventually after overcoming my fear of riddles of course. The tattoo artist worked for nearly ten hours straight, weaving thick black ink over the damaged skin until the scars disappeared beneath the design of a massive spider spreading across my back. Its legs stretch outward over my shoulders, the body resting directly over my spine. The bell rings and my opponent steps forward. He is large, muscular, the type of fighter who relies on raw power rather than strategy. Normally I might enjoy testing him slowly, breaking him down piece by piece.