Hunter X Hunter Phantom Troupe Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

The tattoo of the phoenix is there on his skin, and there's that long gash that has healed in a jagged manner. "Check closely," Rhydar tells me, and I suck in a breath through my teeth, placing a hand on his back. He shivers when my fingers graze his skin, trailing along the tattoo and down his spine. "It's not there," I finally croak, and he sighs. I can't feel relieved yet. The sigil might be on his ass for all I care. Rhydar chuckles. "Wanna check?" My face heats up, and he smiles, reaching out to hold my hand.

Luxander questioned as Januel moved closer to him to see what he was talking about. “Ah, those marks? She got them from being-“ “Not those marks, silly”. Luxander snarled at him pointing to the scorpion tattoo on her back. “I meant, This” “Oh”.Januel said observing the tattoo. “It looks like the one Lord Gabriel has”

, Alexander stated with a calm look on his face as if he wasn’t the one causing the chaos uprising. “Hmm-from my memory, his hair looks mm-like yours. His back was also slender like yours and he has a tattoo on his back. Yeah-yeah he has a lot of tattoo on his back like yours but one of his tattoos caught my eyes when I was leaving the room because even in the dark, it was clearly visible. I’m guessing it was glow-in-the-dark tattoo. It was a tattoo of a red colored Phoenix. It was truly a beautiful tattoo which didn’t glow too much in the dark but just made the tattoo look very real. Thinking about it now, I think I’ve seen that tattoo before but I can’t remember where. Mmm”, Alice verbaliz

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

Stanley immediately complimented. However, Xyla instantly shook her head. “I forgot to tell you earlier… About the tattoo…” After that, Xyla told Stanley everything about the tattoo. Stanley cocked his brows in shock after hearing everything. “What?” He gasped. “The nine-tailed fox must have done it… Why did it do so? What is it up to?” Xyla said. Stanley’s frown deepened… He gently touched the red spider lily on Xyla’s hand. “I’ve no idea…” He had a look of concern in his eyes.

Then I heard the grunting. We followed the sound, and in the middle of the room, James had a man pinned down. My other bodyguards stood still, waiting. The man’s head lifted, his face drenched in sweat. His arm twisted, and that’s when I saw it—the tattoo. A spider with a woman’s face on its body. Our eyes locked. Dwayne stepped closer, his voice cold. “I’m disappointed.” The man started to pant, trembling under James’s grip. Dwayne’s lips curled. “I’m going to enjoy ripping out your bones.”

I scoff. The sharp scent of cigarette smoke reaches me, and that’s when I really look at the man Xander cheated with. He’s sprawled on the table, utterly unbothered, still naked, legs spread casually as he takes a drag. His dirty blond hair falls into his dark green eyes, eyes that make my skin crawl. There’s a tattoo on his torso, one that resembles a wolf howling at a full moon. Shit. It can’t be… right? ‘He’s just like us, Sammie,’ Tania says through our mind link, making her presence known. ‘but he’s different. He has the blood of the cursed one.’

Maybe we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Zhang kept examining the body for anything that could give us some form of clue, I think. By the time he lifted the man's shirt, he suddenly froze. “What is it?” I asked. Max stepped forward with me clinging behind it. It was a spider tattoo. Maxmillan's expression changed. “What's wrong? Why won't you tell me anything?” I groaned. I was too terrified to be kept in the dark right now. “Leave this to me, baby. I'll handle it, okay?” Maxmillan said, glancing over to me. I didn't want to just forget it. “Please Gianna…”

he said, resting his hands on the back of my chair. Don’t ask me how any of that footage looked. It was hard to keep my eyes on the screen, mostly because seeing me there made me feel so awkward, but also because he would point at one of the four images now and then, his hand brushing my shoulder and his hoodie pressing against the back of my head. What I did register was a very discreet tattoo on the back of his right hand, between his index and his thumb. It looked like some kind of sigil. Lucky me, the Collins came knocking, to bring our guests vegan provisions for six months, give or take, and ask if it was okay to do some housekeeping for them. I excused myself at the speed of light and