Hunter X Hunter Chrollo Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

Flora anxiously corrected her. "It's a snake! A snake with a wide-open mouth!" Chloe insisted. "No..." Flora became so desperate that she almost cried. What was going on? It was true that there was a tattoo on Kevin's back, that much was undeniable. But Chloe, the only one who had witnessed it, was claiming it was a snake. Oh my God! Was the tattoo on his back the same one as Maxwell's? Flora thought about the terrifying tattoo on the backs of Maxwell and Oliver, and she couldn't understand how it resembled a snake in any way. She had seen it too many times, and she was sure she couldn't be mistaken! It was a lifelike dragon!

He had raven black hair that I first thought were dreads at first glance but then I realized they were actually neatly made thick braids that breached down to his ribs, and covered his round face. He also had almond shaped eyes like the Asian looking small brute behind me, the only difference was this guy had silver–red eyes. Ripped leather black pants with only a silky robe–like jacket he had on. Why wasn't he wearing any shirt? His entire brown chest was consumed with red ink of a flame illustration up to his collarbone, from there was a simple swirl of red and black spider tattoo on the side of his neck then a red ink of three small spheres in triangular formation on his forehead.

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.

I smeared everything we had already done—pussy cum, his cum, the slick mess from my ass—across his mouth and rode him like that, shameless, grinding down while he shoved his tongue into my pussy and licked me as if he had been starving for it. “You felt so perfect,” I whispered. I was still moving on his mouth when my eyes caught the back of his hand in the low light. The tattoo was black and detailed, a spider crawling across his knuckles. The same one I had seen in the club when the gun went off. The same one I had told myself I would never forget. I froze.

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

His voice broke the silence, and I froze in my tracks. He turned his head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “You can touch it. It doesn’t sting.” I hesitated, my fingers twitching at my sides. “Can I?” I asked softly. “Of course,” he replied, his tone calm and inviting. My hand moved almost on its own, reaching out to trace the lines of the tattoo. His skin was warm under my fingertips, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the artistry. But then, my eyes caught something else—a tiny inscription running down his spine vertically, just below the scorpion.

Flesh hung loose around the torn trachea, and every breath came out as a wet, choking gasp. There was no saving him. “Ugh… cough!” He spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body shaking as life rapidly drained away. For the first time since the battle began, uncertainty flashed across the faces of the surrounding rogues. Carlisle didn’t spare the dying man another glance. His attention had already settled elsewhere. Right above the rogue’s heart, partly hidden beneath blood, was a tattoo. A spider lily. Wrapped around a crescent moon. Carlisle’s eyes narrowed.