Hunter X Hunter Chrollo Tattoo Novels & Stories

My fingertip unconsciously rests on the pendant on my neck, on top of the Shadow insignia. On the opposite side, the first Challenger shows himself. My eyes take in the silhouette of a wolf, his fur the color of stained rust. His eyes are almost dripping with bloodlust as he looks at the Alpha. His fangs bare, as he lets loose a terrible howl that splits the wintry air. He lunges.

" He is requesting a video call with Chloe until she answers it in a few moments. After Chloe answered the video call, her eyes widened as she saw us, “Why are you together?” “Do you know about the tattoo on my back?” Harrison asked straightforward. “Of course. I must have it.” Chloe answered just like Harrison had told me. “Do you still know why I got it tattooed?” “Of course. I still remember...” Chloe said with a smile, as if remembering about the tattoo. “Do you know, Nathalie? Wallace, Harrison and Calix have tattoos on their backs? That’s so cute. They have them because...” And then, she explained the meaning of the tattoo on their backs. Her story fit seamlessly with his and Harrison’

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

She reached for her hoodie, took it off, and tossed it over another empty chair in the corner. All that was left on her body was her high-waisted skirt, and a strapless top. I kept my eyes on her, wondering what she was doing. Celyn rolled her hair into a messy bun, turned her neck slowly, and tapped something on her skin. “Does this strike a memory?” She asked. I glanced at what she pointed at—a tattoo. For a split second, everything vanished into my head, and my breath hitched when I saw it. The same wolf tattoo that was associated with Donatello Morano.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

Chloe POV I want to say something nasty but I stop myself. After all,I am the one who needs help here. I take a deep breath and calm my nerves. “ Have you seen a guy with a tattoo like this?” I ask, pointing to the pic of the club logo. “Skull with daggers, on his wrist?” I keep my eyes on his face,tracking any shift of expressions. The guy’s face stays blank, but his fingers twitch, like he is nervous.

~~~Next morning~~~ It was a few minutes past 5 am when Xavier walked out of his bathroom with a black towel wrapped around his lean waist. The droplets of water glistened on his well-toned muscles as the water slid down his sculpted torso, disappearing into the V-shaped waistline of his body. There was an intricate crown tattoo on his chest with a bullet wound below it, a stark reminder of danger and survival. The contrast between the beauty of the tattoo and the harshness of the injury created a compelling image, drawing in one's curiosity to unravel the deeper meaning behind this poignant juxtaposition.

Lori- right back shoulder! Xander- no I have a tattoo on my back, in middle almost lower back. Lori- yes a Phenix on fire!.. but I am talking about the wing like tattoo. It's like a hidden inscription or something but it's really beautiful. Xander- i only have one tattoo!... Lori would you mind if my brother come over?.. Lori- no, i want to go check Rossy anyway so you two can talk. Xander- we are mates, you need to be here too.

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.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.