Hunter X Hunter Kurapika Tattoo Novels & Stories

The only reason I stand where I do is because of the blood I have spilt and the countless hours I have spent training with rogues. Fortunately, the priest enters the ceremonial room, and everyone takes their place. I lie down and close my eyes. This isn't my first marking, so I know what to expect. I let my mind wander to my happy place, which always helps with the pain. I listen as the man gets closer and sets down his tools. His every move sounds far too loud. The priest dips the needles in ink and clears his throat. "Enya, please bare your ribs," he asks. At least he's polite, unlike some. I follow his words and force up my shirt to reveal the row of tattoos he's left on my ribs over the

We fell asleep soon after and it seemed that sleep came a lot easier for me than it had the previous nights. I woke up in the morning before Max, and snuck out of bed, careful not to wake him so I could go look at my new mark. It was a Vampire Ankh symbol in a beautiful shade of cobalt blue, and just below it off to one side was a small dagger in black. I assumed it meant the Vampire and the Vampire Hunter. “It suits us.”

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.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

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.

Their years of rivalry evaporated in a fraction of seconds. Harvey loosens the CEO's necktie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He purposely pushes his head back to offer him VIP access to his neck. Hunter licks his bottom lip as he looks at his tattoo. A sapphire majestically spreads its wings around his neck. He wonders what's the meaning behind it. But he cares less about it now as he just wants to kiss it.

"Yeah. I'm ready," Seira nodded. She moved back. "Okay. First, before I ask about the lady downstairs. I want to know why my tattoo feels itchy," With her words, she stretched her hand out and Hunter looked down at the lotus flower tattoo, concealing the half-moon mark on her wrist. "Itchy?" Seira nodded. "Yes. It glowed too, a couple of times then it got itchy, so bad I nearly scratched off my wrist," Hunter stared blankly, trying to come up with the best explanation, and when he did. He sighed. "Seem like you are really the half of the Marshall. Tell me, have you felt linked with anyone, an Omega? Did you feel connected somehow?"

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