Killua Hunter X Hunter Tattoo Novels & Stories

They were beta, gamma, and several warriors who joined the hunt that night. "You have a new tattoo?" Ed said while punching Aland's muscular stomach lightly. Aland felt his stomach tattooed with pictures of plant tendrils entwining each other. The tattoo was to cover up the scar from the silver stake Jonea had drawn. A lifetime, Aland will never forget it. He perpetuated the scar with a tattoo. "When did you come back from the border?" said Aland. "You look thinner now. Did Hunter give you too much work there?"

I smiled apologetically at her and motioned a peace sign but she eyed me sharply. “Stop with the drama!” Aira pulled her hair. “You could say that because I know how much you want to stay," Hailey hissed and I couldn't understand why. "You enjoyed fantasizing the man with a tattoo over there,” she pointed his finger at the corner part of the cafe. I was shocked when I saw Hunter talking to an old man. He looked dashing on his white long sleeve. It was folded up to his elbow making his tattoo visible. “He’s so handsome!" Aira murmured. "Nice tats!” she giggled as she stared at Hunter who’s busy discussing something with the old man. “Do you want me to introduce you to him?” her eyes broadened

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

Bryan and Joe immediately reached out to clap hands and exchange quick hugs with their fellow mermen, offering friendly pats on the back as a sign of camaraderie and support. Trent, with his striking black tribal tattoos adorning his torso, seamlessly blending with his black tail and hair, hovered tall and proud. Hunter, on the other hand, boasted a deep, dark green tail and tan skin, his body adorned with depictions of various animals in tattoo form. The bond between the two was evident as they stood side by side, ready to embark on the upcoming adventure with their companions.

She would do everything in her power for it not to come to that, but if that was truely Sally’s wish. Celeste let that thought go. It hurt to much to consider right now and she had a Clan to wrangle into order. She rubbed Hunter’s mark on the left side of her neck. The wound had long since healed into a light milky colour against her chocolate skin, but it still tingled to touch. It was a constant, loved reminder that Hunter and she were tied together. He wore her mark on the right side of his neck. And one day, hopefully soon, Sally would wear her mark as well.

he concluded. Luke closed his eyes, breathed hard, trying to focus, trying to recollect every detail of the attack. Then he opened his eyes, “I don't remember much since I was busy staying alive,” he laughed. “But I remember in fine detail. One of them…he had a tattoo. A small tattoo on the side of his neck. A bird, and an eagle I think.” Kate and Michael exchanged a quick meaningful glance. The words escaped their mouths at the same time, “The Project Manowa.”

It was thanks to Hunters that my pack lost their Luna and I grew up without a Mom. Echo spoke up in my mind also angry but at me. “What about our Mate? Do you think she is an immoral traitor? If you make her hate us anymore than she already seems to due to her pack having Hunter’s, I’ll fight you on every shift and never forgive you!”

Thirty minutes slipped by and Alpha Baron who was sitting on my left, commented. "Looks like he's running late" he said, but no one said anything. Just then, we heard the sound of footsteps. Everyone looked up and the tension doubled. Killian Black had just arrived with his Beta and Gamma. They all had a circular tattoo on the side of their necks which was half covered by the collar of their shirts. There was nothing abnormal about Killian. His aura radiated no darkness of any sort. He was just as tall and muscular as I was. Dark brown hair in a quiff, brown eyes and a moustache. He had a smile on his face. For reasons unknown to me, that smile of his, made my skin crawl. A tall blonde walke

“If so, this should be an easy question.” “Fire away.” “What animal is tattooed on Cillian’s upper thighs?” I shot her a look, my eyes wide and shocked with her question. “Tattoo? Inner thighs?” Kinsley’s forehead creases, her eyebrows meet in confusion. “Yeap. What animal is it?” I watch Kayleigh tilt her head as she waits for Kinsley’s reply. Kinsley and Reagan glimpse at each other. I can tell that they’re communicating in their mind-links. Probably making theories of what my tattoo is.

Khalid, no The Hunter shrugged, leaning back, schooling his facial expression as he stretched an arm across the back of the sofa. I don’t care what his sob story is. I’m not going to use his name even in my head. I have to keep that in mind. I don’t want to slip again. It’s a slippery slope, and I don’t need any distractions. There cannot be any distractions this time. This time I will succeed and have my justice at long last. “Fine!” I threw my hands in the air in defeat. “A deal is a deal. You gave your story, so it’s only fair. The clan wants to turn me into their Ductus because I’m here to kill him.”