Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Colton signaled, and the door of the cage opened, letting that vampire come out who had challenged show Colton his place if he would come out by saying that ‘even dogs considered themselves as a lion in their area. “You’re so dead now.” The vampire hissed. “Trust me, and I had heard that before,” Colton said, looking at him casually. “PAIN” He used his power on Colton, who stood unaffected in front of him. The vampire looked at him in confusion until Colton’s mystical tattoo, known as the hunter's mark, located on their right arm, started appearing at Colton’s wish. This mark was invisible to all save for supernatural hunters or potential hunters until that hunter wanted to appear it or not.

Hunter was naked and except for his pair of boxers he had on, everything else was on display. He had a perfectly toned body with well defined abs that glistened with his sweat. His body was righteously carved in every corner, even to his calves. Following his chest down to his waist where his shorts hung extremely low I caught the outline of a tattoo. I could only see the curves that held resemblance to a wolf's head and I thought back to the days he was called the alpha male for being our school team's captain. Maybe, that could be the inspiration. But still, I don't think anyone ever knew Hunter did have a tattoo.

Joshua mumbled a few words, erasing the man's memory of what just happened before straightening up to his full length. "Hey," a voice called out as soon as he walked out of the alley. Werewolf Hunters didn't have a uniform to symbolize they were Werewolf Hunters, but they had a tattoo around their left wrist, which they always got once they completed their training and became fully fledged hunters. The man who walked out from behind Joshua had the same tattoo on his left wrist. His eyes first searched for the tattoo on Joshua's left wrist before he said, "I've come to relieve you."

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

I say, feeling betrayed. Damn! Did one of mine betray me? " You think? But who could have allied with them? " Guilhermino asks thoughtfully, making a strange face. "Does anyone here have a spider tattoo on their shoulder?" He immediately looks at me confused. " Which is? Spider tattoo, what the fuck? I shrug it off, downing more shots of whiskey. " I remember one of the men is shirtless and has this tattoo, maybe it's someone from here." I clarify, pouring myself more of the amber drink.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

Is he naturally built like this? Sasha 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. "Ulyana 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 smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

I’m unable to scream again, so I pray the Snakes have heard me. ‘Scream like that again, and I’ll snap your neck!’ He hisses. His eyes are dark and have a murderous look in them. He has a tattoo near his eye of a spider. He must be a Spider Back. I tremble in fear, my cheek hurts, and my neck and throat hurt. ‘Zurielle!’ My name is called out. It’s the Snakes; they’re looking for me. They must have heard me scream and noticed the door of the Snake Pit still wide open.

Droplets of blood stained my fingers and trickled down his torso. Hunter growled impatiently. “Do you want me to finish him, Angel?” “No! I said I would!” I snapped back at Hunter. “Like I said, Drake, I wanted you to suffer. But that would make me a monster like you. And I am nothing like you.” I pushed my hand into his chest, feeling my claws cut through his ribs, his heartbeat sped up the closer I got to my goal. His eyes never left mine until I touched his heart and I ripped it from his chest.