Hunter X Hunter Phantom Troupe Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Xander’s eyes strayed to the cobra tattoo on Peter’s forearm. “I am.” Peter smirked. Alexander blanched.

We ended up pulling off into an empty parking lot of a park. I laid a cloth out and started to arrange candles, animal bones, runes, sage, oleander, and a spotted owl feather. “It’s a two-part spell. I think the guild is using me to track us. Even if they don’t have a sample of my blood still viable, they have my dad. Blood bonds are the strongest when it comes to stuff like this.” I explained.

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.”

His face contorts with pure rage as his mouth mumbles, "This track isn't over! Stiles and Derek, my claws will make sure you both pay dearly for this!" The next morning dawns bright and clear over the mountains. I am practicing my ancient Shadow Fang Warrior movements in a private courtyard atop the Moonlit Sanctuary, with my upper body bare to the wind. My tall, lean frame displays perfectly proportioned muscles across my chest, arms, and abdomen from years of intense physical training. An intricately detailed black wolf head tattoo sprawls across my chest, looking fierce and majestic in the sunlight. Unlike typical pack tattoos, this one is a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes that seem

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

“Well, we met at The Grinning Skulls.” “The Fallen Angels bar? In the MC clubhouse?” “Yeah.” Spider grinned at the look on Tex’s face. “Can’t quite imagine me there, huh?” “In some ways, I can,” Tex said. “You’ve got the ink and the silver…” He lifted his chin to indicate the spider web tattoo across the other man’s face, the tiny spider tattoos all around his neck, the multiple silver piercings in his ears and on his face. “But I can’t imagine you voluntarily walking into that den of rampant homophobia.”

The guards on Marcus's payroll looked the other way. When Alex arrived at the designated trailer, he was surprised to see another man there. Spider was older, thin, with wiry arms covered in a intricate sleeve of dark ink. His eyes were sharp and observant, but he said little, merely nodding at Marcus before setting up his small, portable tattoo station on the sterile metal table. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and ink, a sharp, clean scent that did little to mask the underlying musk of sex and power that always clung to Marcus. "Strip and bend over my lap," Marcus commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I say, feeling betrayed. Damn! Did one of mine betray me? " You think? But who could have allied with them? " Guilhermino asks thoughtfully, making a strange face. "Does anyone here have a spider tattoo on their shoulder?" He immediately looks at me confused. " Which is? Spider tattoo, what the fuck? I shrug it off, downing more shots of whiskey. " I remember one of the men is shirtless and has this tattoo, maybe it's someone from here." I clarify, pouring myself more of the amber drink.

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.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.