Novel & Cerita Hunter X Hunter Chrollo Spider Tattoo

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

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.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

"When did you get ink on your neck?" "Are you going deaf or dumb, Xan? I said Scarlet has the tattoo. And on her chest, not her neck." Asher looked at his twin as if the other man was entering the beginning stages of senility. Xander rolled his eyes. "I know, and I can see that one as well. It matches, exactly, the one that's decorating your neck." Xander pushed his brother's head down, exposing the length of Asher's neck. I leaned up, curled my upper body over Asher's. "He's right, Asher. It's the same symbol, just done in heavy black."

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

Christopher sat in the front, a pretty girl on either side, his legs extended in front of him, his hands touching his toes as the team captain counted slowly. I stopped, admiring him, trying to see any of the telltale signs proving he was a vampire. He had angular features, his body muscled, especially his arms. I suddenly remembered Kenmei showing me the blade tattooed on his arm - the mark of a hunter. Where was Christopher's? I stepped closer, trying to see it. Christopher wore a black tank, so it should be easily visible. He glanced up, giving me a smirk. I smirked right back.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

The Chaos boy holding my hand is equally as confused as I am. My missing Chaos boy steals my breath away. He isn’t small anymore. His gaze is cutting and almost devoid of emotion. Two frozen ice-blue eyes. His razored hair comes just under his square jaw. His once inky-black hair has been dyed midnight blue. He has a septum piercing, each of his eyebrows has two piercings, his bottom lip has a spider bite, and his ear lobes are covered. He has a black leather collar on his throat and leather bands on his tattoo-covered arms. He is in all black. A deadly vibe comes off him in waves. My eyes are drawn to the tattoo on his neck. It’s of a blonde girl in cowboy boots sitting under a pecan tree c

I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her. “That’s lovely.” Enrique’s mother says next, she’s dressed in a green night robe that makes her eyes stand out. “You and Tyler both deserve this, you make Tyler so happy.” “I got a panther mark.” Chiara says, blushing. She shows us her mark and we all gush heartily, panthers mark usually involves a sleek, agile seductive couple. “Can someone please talk about Irene’s mark? We haven’t heard anything about it yet and it’s eating me.” Naya says and everyone’s eyes t

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”