Novel & Cerita Hunter X Hunter Chrollo Spider Tattoo

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

At first, they felt that Arnold was a werewolf and they stood there ready to attack if they needed to, but I took off my jacket so they could see the mark of my shadow hunter, my scarred tattoo. At an early age, all shadow hunters receive a mark to identify them as fully trained shadow hunters. It was very painful then. To be an accepted shadow hunter they need to peel a tattoo on your skin. I have them work on the back of my right shoulder. I chose to take the outline of an angel wing in the shape of feathers. The cool thing about this mark is it turns black after a week you receive it because shadow hunters use a particular knife to change the color of your skin. So now it looks like a bla

His hands held the railing as he leaned on it, putting some of his weight on his hands and looking at the ocean. I was relieved to find him there. Standing behind, I looked at his back and for the first time, I actually looked at the tattoo on his back, near his torso right in the middle, where his spinal cord was. It was an inverted cross with snakes wrapping around it. It was demonic. He was demonic. I mean who gets an inverted cross tattooed on their body? I walk to him and stand a few feet behind. “Why are we still here?” I ask looking at his broad back, scrunching my eyes due to the bright sun.

“Do you remember when I said the bloodied crown Anita sent reminded me of something?” He nods. “The crystals it had, Elder Huncho has the tattoo of the same crystals on his neck. I remember seeing it on a rare occasion.”

His eyes had the colour of silver, making him look like a demigod. His body built biceps were killing and he has the perfect height meant for a man. And in his arms, lies a Dragon tattoo boldly drawn on it. He was wearing an armless shirts, so his tattoo could obviously be seen. And his undercut hairstyle made him a complete dangerous handsome devil. Spooky gulped down hard, holding the hem of her blouse, looking so scared. She has been in the clan for three years now, but she was still not use to Axton's cold face. Among all the members of the clan, Spooky fears him the most.

Stanley immediately complimented. However, Xyla instantly shook her head. “I forgot to tell you earlier… About the tattoo…” After that, Xyla told Stanley everything about the tattoo. Stanley cocked his brows in shock after hearing everything. “What?” He gasped. “The nine-tailed fox must have done it… Why did it do so? What is it up to?” Xyla said. Stanley’s frown deepened… He gently touched the red spider lily on Xyla’s hand. “I’ve no idea…” He had a look of concern in his eyes.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

One glance at Draven told me he was as tense as I felt, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. "Pause it there." he said, his voice low but commanding. Alex, sitting at the computer, froze the footage, “What is it?" Draven leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing as he pointed to the screen. "That guy’s hand. Look." I followed his gaze. At first, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but then I spotted it—a tattoo curling around the man’s wrist like a serpent. It was intricate, almost ritualistic in design.

Luxander questioned as Januel moved closer to him to see what he was talking about. “Ah, those marks? She got them from being-“ “Not those marks, silly”. Luxander snarled at him pointing to the scorpion tattoo on her back. “I meant, This” “Oh”.Januel said observing the tattoo. “It looks like the one Lord Gabriel has”

“Tattoos?” “Yes.” She crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve lived centuries and never gotten inked. Today’s the day. Come on.” He studied her for a long moment, lips twitching as if amused by her defiance. Then, to her shock, he set the book aside. “Fine. But you’re choosing the design. I’ll only allow you to brand me once.” …. The tattoo parlor smelled of antiseptic and ink. Chloe’s heart raced as she flipped through sketch books, finally settling on a delicate design: a small crescent moon entwined with a star.