Killua Hunter X Hunter Tattoo Novels & Stories

“ about this mating and marking process” “ and” i nodded, watching her carefully She took a slow breath’ “ I don't understand this bond, I don't understand you.. But I feel it.” My expression soften “Thats enough,” I said quietly Jessica stepped closer to me. “ if i accept it… you dont control me.” “ Never” I said instantly and I am happy within myself. “ I don't want to stop being a hunter because that's what my dad wants for me.” she said “ i wont stop you from being you” i assured her

CHAPTER 13: CELEBRATION FIGHT "What I know is the Celebration Fight that was done by the Kanji mafia gang, that they are the leaders, that's why." Hideo said and he was so serious that he could talk about the Kanji that he was talking about here in Japan. "Why do you need a tattoo? Is that a dirt on the body, what kind of tattoo is that?" Gareth asked as Hideo suddenly undressed in front of us and turned away. I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back.

Kai hissed, eyeing the surrounding people. The doors to the Gallery burst open and four people rushed in. Three women and one man. The man wore a satchel across his shoulder. He's an elderly man with faded warrior tattoos, but the Gold tattoos on his hands that signifies him as a healer were still shining brightly as if he just got them painted.

Colton signaled, and the door of the cage opened, letting that vampire come out who had challenged show Colton his place if he would come out by saying that ‘even dogs considered themselves as a lion in their area. “You’re so dead now.” The vampire hissed. “Trust me, and I had heard that before,” Colton said, looking at him casually. “PAIN” He used his power on Colton, who stood unaffected in front of him. The vampire looked at him in confusion until Colton’s mystical tattoo, known as the hunter's mark, located on their right arm, started appearing at Colton’s wish. This mark was invisible to all save for supernatural hunters or potential hunters until that hunter wanted to appear it or not.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

She didn’t know if she could protect herself. But she would die standing before she let these people see her break. The lead hunter’s gaze devoured her. Tiara buzzed violently, static cracking through her system. “Ma—ma—mama—run—” Jenna’s stomach dropped. “No. We stay together.” The hunter stepped into the firelight, revealing more details—bone piercings threaded through his ear cartilage, teeth strung as necklaces, symbols cut into his ribs. Then he raised the spear.

“He knew it was for a good cause. Said to tell you goodbye.” “Tell him the same from me.” He was a sweetheart beneath all those tattoos and testosterone. With the hint of a smile playing at the right side of his mouth, Hunter bent his head and kissed her, that hand strong and steady against her neck. Khalia opened to the stroke of his tongue and tasted a hint of coffee and the unique flavor that was all Hunter, didn’t care if they were making a spectacle or if the entire airport was watching them. Finally letting her up for air, Hunter pressed a tender kiss to the tip of her nose. “Gonna miss you like hell, sweetheart.”

Grabbing the hem of her top, she tucked it underneath her pants, making sure that her tank completely covered her torso. Sure, granted the chance Bella would rather wear her sports bra alone to a fight. That is, if she didn't have anything on her back to hide. On her back was something she had sworn to keep hidden. It was a small tattoo of a gladiolus flower: a symbol of strength and integrity. It was an insignia marked on every assassin that graduated from Combattere L'Academia. The tattoo was no stranger to her world. People who held said mark stood as a threat to everyone. After all, only the best and refined killers manage to graduate from the academy she did.