Hunter X Hunter Spiders Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Then, his gaze dropped to the spider lily tattoo on my ankle. Suddenly, he yanked open his own shirt collar. Over his left chest, directly above his heart, bloomed the exact same spider lily. The colour was blood-red. It was a mark he had gone over again and again for five years, carving it deeper into his flesh. "I'll cut him up and feed him to the dogs…" He cursed under his breath. "Doctor! Get a doctor up here now! "I only want female doctors!" He roared toward the door. His voice had a slight, unintentional quiver.

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

Harrison glanced at the screen, then turned his head to look at me, asking, "What's wrong, Kayla? Did you notice anything?" "This—," I pointed at the screen, the tattoo on the side of the man's middle finger, my voice starting to tremble. "Look, on the side of his finger, there's a small tattoo..." With my reminder, Harrison leaned closer to the screen, carefully examining it. "It does seem to be a tattoo. It looks like... " "...an infinity symbol," I almost didn't think twice before blurting out the answer. Surprisingly, Harrison, who was observing the screen intently, was a beat slower in his response.

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.

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.

My heart skipped a beat. It was new, I was sure of it. But for some reason, seeing it sent a shiver down my spine, a feeling of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't shake the sensation that I'd seen that tattoo before, somewhere in the depths of my memory but I couldn't place it. It was like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit, nagging at me with its familiarity yet remaining just out of reach. I found myself staring fixatedly at the tattoo. It was intricate, the spider’s legs stretching across his chest, its body curled in on itself in a menacing yet captivating pose. I became dizzy for a moment and my vision slightly blurry.