Hunter X Hunter Chrollo Tattoo Novels & Stories

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!

Hunter still held the contract and flaunted it in front of Daran. "I… chose Daran Carver as my lord!" Everyone froze. Hunter looked at me intently. I'm not going to come to you, Hunter. The contract in Hunter's hand burned by itself as a sign that the contract could not be canceled. The fire from the contract felt like it was burning the skin on my arm. When I looked, on my right hand appeared a rune (magic spell) like a blazing flame. The fire went out, leaving an intricate black tattoo of a hexagonal seal on my skin.

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.

“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.”

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

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.”

I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in Chantelle, someone who understood me and accepted me for who I was. Chantelle and Delcan became close and they were always trying new things. One night when they were back from shopping. Chantelle went inside the shower to have her bath. She stayed there for a long time relaxing. When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally naked and she realized she forgot to get towel. She bent over to the bed to take the towel to wipe her wet body. She was was busy drying herself but she did not notice Delcan presence in the room. She felt someone was giving hot gaze on her naked body. She turned around to see Delcan was standing right behind her.

The sleeve of his T-shirt lifted, revealing a brightly colored tattoo on his biceps. “When’d you get that?” She pointed at the tat. He glanced down. “Last year.” “What is it?” “One of the four horseman of the apocalypse.” “Can I see it?” “Sure.” Colt rolled his sleeve to the top of his shoulder. “Whoa. That’s gorgeous. India did that?” “Yeah. She’s good, ain’t she?” Chassie squinted at the flames that swirled around the horse’s hooves. “Yep, although it don’t seem like something you’d pick, cuz.”

I asked. Chip mumbled, "He's just a guy, you know, tall, dark..." "Think harder," Jalin kicked Chip on the butt. "Sorry, Sir! I remember now!" Chip whimpered and covered his butt. "He's got a scar on his forehead... And a tattoo! A tattoo shaped like an eagle on the back of his hand. He was wearing long sleeves, so I couldn't see it clearly. But when he handed the money to me, I saw it! It's definitely an eagle!"

He pointed to the symbols that he had drawn in a chain around his wrist. “We have legends about Triquetras,” Cameron said, surprised. “That’s pack lore.” “Yeah, we have it too. I think all packs do,” Rhett rose to his feet. “Why are you drawing them on you?” Cameron was puzzled. Rhett tugged his sleeve over the drawings defensively. “I like tattoos,” he almost mumbled the word, his chin dropping to his chest, and he scuffed out the cigarette underfoot. “I like to sketch ideas of what I’ll get tattooed when I’m eighteen and no one can stop me. Sometimes I draw them on myself to see what they’ll look like, that’s all.”