Hunter X Hunter Kurapika Tattoo Novels & Stories

She smiled coyly and placed her hand on his chest before her hand followed the pattern of the ink that swirled on his chest, down to his arm. “Why did you get this?” she asked, her voice low and almost a whisper. “I got it because of being Alpha, it’s a sign of being the Alpha of Blazepelt pack.” He replied coolly and continued running his fingers through Anabelle’s hair. “Wow!” Anabelle voices out. “Does that mean I get one too?” she asked, excitement suddenly taking hold of her. “No, all you need is my mark to be identified as my Luna,” Anabelle pouted, she had hoped that she could also have a tattoo with an excuse that it is a sign of being the Luna. Jaxon chuckled and pulled her impossib

After meticulously crafting the intricate design on his back, I stepped back to admire my handiwork, a sense of satisfaction coursing through me as I surveyed the detailed depiction of the monstrous creature now permanently etched into his skin. With a silent click, I captured a photo of the finished tattoo on my phone, a quiet celebration of my skill and defiance in the face of his dominance. I chuckled inwardly, imagining the look on his face when he sees what I've done. Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I carefully cleaned and sterilized the area, ensuring that the tattoo was properly sealed to facilitate the healing process. Despite his werewolf abilities, I knew that the me

Leaning down, I brushed my lips against his, the touch sending shivers down my spine. My hands wandered over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. I left soft kisses along his face and neck. I paused on his chest, my eyes drawn to the moon tattoo engraved into his skin. I traced its curves, my touch light and gentle. Sometimes I wonder who Luke Hunters really is, he knew of the Orchid but didn't seem to be a part of it, my lips traced the tattoo. Something in me loved to believe he was Moon, but if so, why hide it from me? He loved my tattoo of the dove, which was surprisingly in the same place as his, whenever he got a chance he would lick it, caress it and worship it, whic

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

Into a building nearby, must be the pack prison. I notice a tattoo on one of the humans; it’s like a circle with a wolf’s head inside it and a big X across it, amateurs. “They had hunters helping?” Sophia wonders out loud. “Those are just subs” I blurt out with disgust. shouldn’t have said that out loud. stupid Alexandria, why do I keep blurting shit to them? “What are subs? And how do you know that in the first place?” Sophia asks looking at me with suspicion.

He had his name written just above the wolf tattoo on his back closer to his nape. She didn't think Dexter would also have a tattoo at his back just Jayden. Now she thought about it, the wolf on Jayden's back was the color of his wolf and the crescent moon tattoo on his chest. Only that Dexter didn't have a tattoo on his chest. So does that mean that Ryder also had a tattoo at his back too ? She had not see Ryder's wolf before to know the color of his wolf. Was it a wolf thing to tattoo their wolves at their backs ?

he replied. His scent filled the space between us..cleaner than anything in this rotting dungeon. It made something deep in my chest twist. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust him. But I wanted to. He leaned back just enough to look at me fully, hood falling away from his face. A tattoo peeked from the side of his neck…two crescent marks overlapping. Purplemoon. Old-blood. Rare. I stared before I could stop myself. Before I could ask. Before I could breathe.

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.”

“But don’t come crying to me when you’re still sitting here days from now, staring at that tattoo and pretending it’s the biggest mystery in your life. You have the key to make your choice by getting laid.” Her presence receded as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving an ache in my chest that wasn’t entirely physical. The silence felt heavier now, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I stared at the tattoo again, my fingers trailing over it almost absently. The design twisted and curled, impossibly intricate, like something alive and untamed. It felt… ancient. Powerful. And yet I didn’t know what it meant in my mate bond with Lucien and Damon. Did it mean that I’m only mated to Lucien