Hunter X Hunter Spiders Tattoo Novels & Stories

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

We chatted a bit around. 'Well, Andrew, what did you find in the investigation and give a real version, not you know, some white-washed version like you told to others because I caught some other known scent there which I was not able to identify that scent at that time.' 'Yeah, they were indeed werewolves who were like rogues, but they were sent by someone because there was another mark on their body. That is a tattoo of a spider down their neck, which is from our rival mafia symbol.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

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

Eight Years ago, he had been the one who had drawn that tattoo for Royalty. In the past, Royalty despised tattoos. Despite his arrogance, he wasn't wild. No matter how hard he had tried convincing him, the big devil was obsessed with his charming looks. He had stubbornly kept his body clean, and free from Inklings. But suddenly, he wanted a tattoo. A tattoo for a little girl. He had called her Pompom. The big devil wanted the tattoo a secret, and had secretly gone to Spider. That night, Spider was a blind Animal. He kept choosing bizarre paintings whilst greatly teasing the handsome big devil.

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.

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.

At first, they felt that Arnold was a werewolf and they stood there ready to attack if they needed to, but I took off my jacket so they could see the mark of my shadow hunter, my scarred tattoo. At an early age, all shadow hunters receive a mark to identify them as fully trained shadow hunters. It was very painful then. To be an accepted shadow hunter they need to peel a tattoo on your skin. I have them work on the back of my right shoulder. I chose to take the outline of an angel wing in the shape of feathers. The cool thing about this mark is it turns black after a week you receive it because shadow hunters use a particular knife to change the color of your skin. So now it looks like a bla