Hunter X Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

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

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.

Marco asked me, and I looked him in the eyes. "I think it is best you ask him that question. I doubt if John Hunter attacked Linus Manuel because I have documents from my father's archives that shows that they were close friends. Since John Hunter keeps to himself most of the time, I doubt he would be available for a meeting and interview." I replied, and I could sense Marco relaxed. "Are the vampires not affected by this? John is a daywalker he should be here too unless he has something to hide." One of the hunters said, and some of them agreed.

I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"

Fucking hot. His body was perfectly toned. He had a really broad chest and shoulders, and a solid six-pack. I don’t know, maybe it was an eight-pack, but it looked incredible. And there was a spider tattoo on the upper part of his right chest, right below his collarbone. I didn’t know he had a tattoo, but it made him look so sexy. “Why? Why?” he said, running his hands through his wet hair, which only made him look hotter. I bit my lip hard as I stared at him.

The conversation flowed naturally, and I was just starting to actually relax when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. Alessio was walking toward us, and he was shirtless. My eyes went immediately, traitorously, to his chest. To the defined muscles, the tanned skin, the light dusting of dark hair. And then lower, to his abs, to the V of muscle that disappeared into the waistband of his black swim trunks. And there it was. The spider tattoo on his right hip, just above where his swim trunks sat low on his hips. That intricate black spider that I now knew with absolute certainty I had seen before, had touched before, had kissed before in a dark club thr

Shaking, I pull the notes out of my handbag and point to the spider symbols. ‘It’s the same man who tried to kidnap me. He is a gang member of the Spider Backs. He has a tattoo of a spider near his eye. This whole time I thought my parents’ murderer and the man from the Spider Backs were two different men. The Snakes! We have to tell them! This explains why the Spider Backs have been trespassing onto their territory. They were trying to kidnap me!’ I explain. Ace pulls out a wad of fifty-dollar notes and hands it to Brent.