Hunter X Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

Flesh hung loose around the torn trachea, and every breath came out as a wet, choking gasp. There was no saving him. “Ugh… cough!” He spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body shaking as life rapidly drained away. For the first time since the battle began, uncertainty flashed across the faces of the surrounding rogues. Carlisle didn’t spare the dying man another glance. His attention had already settled elsewhere. Right above the rogue’s heart, partly hidden beneath blood, was a tattoo. A spider lily. Wrapped around a crescent moon. Carlisle’s eyes narrowed.

The scar over my eye, the one that hasn't so much as itched in three years, goes cold. Tight and painful, like a freezing fingertip pressed to it. That’s never happened before and I don’t know why it’s happening now. I bury it with the rest of tonight's questions. The hunter's got his sleeve shoved up, glaring at his forearm like it sold him out, and I realize his ink's doing whatever my scar just did. Reading the wrongness. Hating it. So we agree on something. Adorable. I shift behind a trunk, drag the sweats on, and step out where he can see me, because otherwise he puts a bolt in me on reflex and then sulks about the wasted silver.

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.

Long jagged lines that once ran from my shoulders down to my waist. I covered them eventually after overcoming my fear of riddles of course. The tattoo artist worked for nearly ten hours straight, weaving thick black ink over the damaged skin until the scars disappeared beneath the design of a massive spider spreading across my back. Its legs stretch outward over my shoulders, the body resting directly over my spine. The bell rings and my opponent steps forward. He is large, muscular, the type of fighter who relies on raw power rather than strategy. Normally I might enjoy testing him slowly, breaking him down piece by piece.

Jaxon looks at Mia with a gentle gaze that subconsciously brings out a red hue on her porcelain face. “Does he have a spider tattoo on his arm or palm?” Jaxon stood up and walked toward Mia until they were at eye level. Her eyes searched for something on Mia’s face, unconsciously making Mia lower her head, avoiding the soul-piercing gaze of the man in front of her. “He has a thumb-sized spider tattoo on the back of his hand,” Mia replied softly while showing her right thumb. Somehow Jaxon made her nervous. “Thank you, now wait at the pavilion. I still have something to discuss with you.”

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.

Alexander turned sharply, irritation flaring—then stopped. In the man’s palm lay a small black box, no larger than a matchbox. Its surface was matte, faintly warm, as though it had just been held. Etched into its lid was an intricate crimson carving. A red spider lily. The flower seemed almost alive in the low light—its petals curved like flames, blooming darkly, violently, like blood against black stone. Alexander’s breath stilled. He recognised it instantly. The same pattern. The same unmistakable design as the tattoo on her back.