Hxh Spider Tattoo 8 Novels & Stories

Long jagged lines that once ran from my shoulders down to my waist. I covered them eventually after overcoming my fear of riddles of course. The tattoo artist worked for nearly ten hours straight, weaving thick black ink over the damaged skin until the scars disappeared beneath the design of a massive spider spreading across my back. Its legs stretch outward over my shoulders, the body resting directly over my spine. The bell rings and my opponent steps forward. He is large, muscular, the type of fighter who relies on raw power rather than strategy. Normally I might enjoy testing him slowly, breaking him down piece by piece.

He kept Alex hard, kept him dripping, a constant state of arousal that mingled with the pain until they were one and the same. When Spider finished the last letter, he wiped the area with a cool, damp cloth. The skin was red, angry, and beautifully marked. "Property of 47892" was now permanently etched onto Alex's lower back, a bold declaration in elegant script that would be impossible to hide if he wore low-rise jeans or bent over. "Good," Marcus said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He dismissed Spider with a nod. The man packed up his equipment and left without a word.

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.

Lori- right back shoulder! Xander- no I have a tattoo on my back, in middle almost lower back. Lori- yes a Phenix on fire!.. but I am talking about the wing like tattoo. It's like a hidden inscription or something but it's really beautiful. Xander- i only have one tattoo!... Lori would you mind if my brother come over?.. Lori- no, i want to go check Rossy anyway so you two can talk. Xander- we are mates, you need to be here too.

I sprang from my bed, adrenaline pumping as I prepared to confront the intruder. My stance quickly relaxed, however, and a frown crossed my face when I saw who it was—Hayes Hawthorne, standing in my room shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Every inch of his body was sculpted like a Greek god, with sharp lines and rigid definition. A large tattoo sprawled across his upper chest and onto his left shoulder, dark and bold, forming a series of interconnected shapes that were both intricate and slightly thorny.

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

He had raven black hair that I first thought were dreads at first glance but then I realized they were actually neatly made thick braids that breached down to his ribs, and covered his round face. He also had almond shaped eyes like the Asian looking small brute behind me, the only difference was this guy had silver–red eyes. Ripped leather black pants with only a silky robe–like jacket he had on. Why wasn't he wearing any shirt? His entire brown chest was consumed with red ink of a flame illustration up to his collarbone, from there was a simple swirl of red and black spider tattoo on the side of his neck then a red ink of three small spheres in triangular formation on his forehead.

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.

His worn and threadbare T-shirt provided little resistance as Timothy's grab tore it down the middle, causing it to flutter apart. For a split second, everyone saw the huge tattoo on Elio's back. It was so big that it almost covered his whole back. The tattoo depicted a vivid scene—a sky ablaze with flames, with a majestic phoenix spreading its wings wide as it soared. The colors were strikingly bright, exuding a sense of power and vitality, reminiscent of a phoenix's triumphant rebirth, appearing almost lifelike in its intensity. As Elio moved, the phoenix looked like it was about to fly right off his back.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.