Killua Hunter X Hunter Tattoo Novels & Stories

“They were well-trained enough that they must have intended to capture rather than kill. If they’d wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” He paused, brow furrowed as he seemed to think about what this meant. “Have someone investigate the tattoos,” he said. “Between the matching tattoos and the skilled attack, they don’t have the usual characteristics of a group of rogues. I think that’s the key.” I agreed. Maya burst back into the room, leading the doctor. “He needs his bandages changed,” she said briskly, moving to hover over Hunter. She glanced at the doctor as she brushed the hair from Hunter’s brow and asked if he needed her to get him anything.

At first, they felt that Arnold was a werewolf and they stood there ready to attack if they needed to, but I took off my jacket so they could see the mark of my shadow hunter, my scarred tattoo. At an early age, all shadow hunters receive a mark to identify them as fully trained shadow hunters. It was very painful then. To be an accepted shadow hunter they need to peel a tattoo on your skin. I have them work on the back of my right shoulder. I chose to take the outline of an angel wing in the shape of feathers. The cool thing about this mark is it turns black after a week you receive it because shadow hunters use a particular knife to change the color of your skin. So now it looks like a bla

Her eyes were pits of black. For a heartbeat Kael thought the world had ended. He fell to his knees, the sound that tore from his throat more animal than man. “Rhea…” His hands trembled as he reached for her, desperate to find breath, heartbeat, anything. But Violet’s voice cut through, sharp. “Kael—wait.” She crouched by the body, fingers brushing the girl’s shoulder. Her eyes widened. “Look. Here.” Kael blinked, forcing himself to see. A tattoo curled across the girl’s shoulder blade, a twisting vine pattern inked deep into her skin.

Unlike Lucas, who looked a little tamed with a grey shirt and black trousers, Hunter wore a sleeveless white shirt and ripped jeans. With tattoos spread all the way from his upper arm to his uncovered wrist, he looked out of place. I almost groaned when I had seen them from a distance, knowing how it probably looked to other students: the nerd befriended the punks. I did not care what everyone thought, but I simply did not want this to ruin my scholarship as well as my revenge plan. If that asshole saw Lucas and me together, he would tell Shanelle to stay away from Lucas, and I could not let that happen. Not when I was so damn close to finally getting my revenge.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Azrael and Hunter have the same matching tattoos. It is just an inscription in Greek. I begged my dad and after persuading him for months he allowed me have it. I replied the message. Guess I have a date this Saturday.

He murmured against my hair; his words brought me back to reality. "I should let you go, but I am a possessive Asshole and am never letting you go". Those words lingered as I kept thinking about what they meant for both of us. What it means for our blurry future I wanted to ask him what would become of us after this, but I decided not to. "What does the lion tattoo mean?" He smirked "My last name is Hunter, and I am the predator hunting the prey." I feel the pride and ego lingering behind each word.

“What the fuck! Did he ingest a can of rotten spray?” Looking at the others, I ask, “Do you smell him?” Declan frowns, and Clifton looks at him thoughtfully before saying, “He ingested something forbidden.” When the hunter’s shirt comes off, I stare at the tattoo on his chest. “You’re truly with the Sect,” I murmur. “How vogue and unique it is to have their symbol. Not that it will serve as any sort of protection for you.” Grabbing one of the knives from the hunter’s bag, I slash it twice across his chest. Blood weeps instantly from his wounds, and I’m instantly enveloped with Carmen’s very essence, mingled with his.

Conan He blinked once, then twice before blinking his eyes a couple of times as if he experienced difficulty in trying to understand what I said. “W-What?” Mr. Hunter stuttered. “I would repeat my words. The viper tattoo around your neck is the same tattoo that the runaway driver had as well. I am not trying to accuse you but I am just curious” I added, slipping the phone down my pocket. Liana stared at me so intently that it felt like her eyes almost pried into my soul, wanting to know all my thoughts and what exactly could be going through my mind.

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.