Hunter X Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

The starry expanse vanished, replaced by flowing crimson lava and a terrifying monstrous beast. Eight towering, pitch-black legs bristled with sharp spines. Four pairs of eyes were neatly aligned—two closed, two open. One of the open, eerie green eyes fixed on him with an unrelenting stare. “A Hunter Dragon Spider!” Logo’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly recognized the notorious predator of the Void Sea—a monstrous void hunter that fed on void dragons. In his previous life, he had narrowly escaped a full-grown Hunter Dragon Spider. As he recoiled, suppressed memories surged through his mind:

It had now grown a whopping dozen or so meters but continued to feed on the corpses of its dead companions while spitting out webs around. "Let me kill him! Oh, mighty Lord of the Holy Illuminati, please grant me the power of the Holy Archer to kill this monstrous beast." A ray of white light shot down from the sky that enveloped Tracy completely. The light slowly took shape, in the form of a figure with perfect curves. That was the Holy Archer angel Tracy had summoned, bow in her hand as she aimed it at the spider in front of them. The next second, the Holy Archer released the arrow as it hurtled towards the black spider.

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.

She glanced at me like it hurt to do so,and at that point it seemed her upper lip was always perpetually curled up–her nose wrinkled–whenever she stared at me. “Scorpion tattoos,” she said, no longer looking at me but at an empty space between us. “They seemed familiar,” Harris muttered. “Thank goodness I was able to bring one of them home with us.” I bolted up from my seat before I could stop myself, immediately feeling the judgemental stares of the family as they watched me curiously. “Um…I wanna see him,” I gave a shaky smile. “Is he in the house?” The alpha was the only one who nodded in response. “He is, we're going to get more answers from.”

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

The guards bristled at the slight movement, pressing their spears closer to him. Xavier raised a hand, halting their movements. I watch as Peter reveals a coiled snake tattoo, just below his ear. I've seen it a couple of times. I never thought it meant anything. But watching as Alpha Xavier stiffens, a momentary look of hesitation in his eyes, I realize that I couldn't have been more wrong.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

The two noticed it was only Yamato. Without his cloak Yamato's heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The most notable tattoos were the kanji on his left arm that read "Even humans can be gods" while on his right it was a man climbing a spider's thread. He was wearing a tight black shirt, black gloves, and black pants. His face had a stern expression that seemed almost frozen with how stiff it was. "Where are the others?" Peter asked. 'You'd think he was a grim with that outfit.' Oliver thought.

Her mind was trying to comprehend what was happening. Those jade greens have this sinister emotion swirling in them. His hand inched closer and she flinched badly. His brows furrowed, noticing something which wasn't there before. He grasped her chin and tilted her face to the side scrutinizing her nape. Grabbing her ponytail he moved it out of sight. "Who gave you this? You didn't have it before," His voice was void of any emotion as she jerked her face out of his grasp. Hunter stoically glared at the tattoo on her nape. It was a dragon and it looked good but the reason behind it soon made sense as he recalled something.

It hurts. But at the same time... My eyes wander off to his bare chest. The tattoos intricate on his back, changing patterns each time his muscles flex wonderfully. I wonder where he'd get those from? I mean, damn... His tattoos are so fucking big you'd think he's hiding something underneath them. I snicker to myself, shaking inwardly at the thought. Anyone with a brain would know that Hunter Ysrael... is an open book. I'd seen many adults look at him like they've gotten him all figured out.