Hunter X Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

she said, her smile chilling. That's when I noticed the ring on her finger; a small silver piece with a spider engraved on it. The same spider as the tattoo on her neck. Maybe she just liked spiders? ************* "You have pretty interesting friends," I said as I took a glance at the four of them leaving the room. My thoughts, screaming for me to flee the party as I recognized that they also had spider tattoos. But each of them had different spider accessories. Necklace, hairpin, wristband, and even a shoe buckle.

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.

Hades naming Proserpina after Persephone was a move meant to pacify his wife since he's bringing his kid to their home. I don't think I had the time to explain it more in the story but the tattoo that Alastor mentioned "peeking on the back of Proserpina's neck" is actually a swirling petal of a black spider lily that reaches down to her spine. It turns red whenever she fails a mission or misses a kill. The book cover is what I imaged it looks like.

I watched as he left, leaving me covered in blood and sobbing. There was something on his neck. I try to hone in on it and I squint my closed eyes even harder as I try to make clarity of it. It was a tattoo. He has a tattoo of a spider on his left side behind his ear. It was red and black like the spiders that eat their mates.

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

My beloved, at that hour, died to protect this unusually damned woman, named Haydée What, this gangster didn't have enough money for a whole grill? Yes, apparently, he didn't pay well enough to be betrayed by another member and murderer of the rival gang. With a tattoo of a spider web on her right temple, running down below her ear, in that spider part of the tattoo on her neck and some cursive writing. The screech of the tires sounded on the road, and it was just enough to see the small spark of panic on his face. He looked back.

The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lifelike quality, just like the one on my thigh. Just below his chest, a spider tattoo could be seen. Though smaller in size, it was no less impressive. The spider's legs were intricately inked, creating a sense of movement and power. He looked incredibly attractive, even more than the word "sexy" could convey. There was another tattoo on his chest, with my name elegantly written next to his V line. All I desired was to run my hands along that area. I watch as he got dressed right in front of me

Skeletal branches reached skyward, and bats hung in eerie stillness, painting a haunting scene that captured Dexter's supernatural essence. However, in the spaces where the serpent's dance couldn't reach, a captivating addition emerged – 3D hexagons. Meticulously detailed, these hexagons adorned the gaps between serpentine coils, each bearing a hypnotic depth as if opening gateways to unseen dimensions. Astrid marveled at the Byzantine canvas that adorned Dexter's skin, each tattoo weaving a tale of his mystique. The unequivocal talent of Dexter's tattoo artist shone through the baroque details and captivating designs inked on his skin. It was evident that the person behind those masterpiece

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