Hunter X Hunter Spiders Tattoo Novels & Stories

' Viper yells. Venom, the Spider Back’s leader, is holding Taipan, and has his face covered with a black hoodie, but I can make out the spider tattoo under his eye. He tilts his head and taps the knife against Taipan’s neck. Everyone in the Snake Pit is near me, with their fists clenched, knives in hand. Some pull out guns they have tucked in the back of their jeans and I hear bullets being loaded into chambers. Fear overwhelms me, and Hailey, also scared, holds my hand. We give each other a look and place our hands on our tummies. We’re in a deadly situation right now and fear for our babies’ lives.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

Is he naturally built like this? Asher steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it’s a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It’s lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. “Layla told me about the tattoos in the Bratva,” I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. “What do these all mean?”

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

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

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.

It was not hard to see why other girls fell effortlessly for him. Xander pulled off the towel exposing his butt from behind. I didn't know if he was deliberately moving in slowly or if it was me who was paying keen attention to everything he was doing. It was very mesmerizing to watch his every move. Xander's back had a tattoo of something hard to describe, whether it was a serpent or a dragon because of the wings. It seems more like how Chinese people describe their dragons. It was drawn purely with black ink giving it a mysterious vibe. The dragon tattoo was up to his neck, it looked like it was crawling on his back. The artist was very good that the tattoo looked like it was realistic and

Lukas nodded, pulled the top edge of Scarlet's shirt down on her chest the slightest degree. I leaned over Xander, laid my head to his chest. His heart beat tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump against my ear. As I pulled back, I scented burning skin. I turned his head to the side. There, just like his brother and Taryk sported, was a new tattoo etching itself into his skin.