Novel & Cerita Killua Hunter X Hunter Tattoo

“That’s our Rex,” Kealy snickered, shaking her head, “Pulling off the impossible.” “I don’t understand,” Rex shrugged, seeing Kiri was still flicking her eyes between the tattoo and his face. “I was there for five days in your memory, did some fishing, hunted a few werebeasts, and a mountain troll and then got hit on the back of the skull from a hill knoll. After I successfully completed a solo hunt of a wool-coated tembo, elder Mwindaji gave me this.” He lifted his forearm to show the small tattoo.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

She inquired of the Alpha. "My favorite flower?" Seira nodded. "I don't have one!" Hunter blunted, looking away. *~* Stepping out of the tattoo shop, Seira couldn't stop looking at her wrist, grinning widely, caressing the ink on her wrist. "Can you stop grinning, it doesn't look good on you," Hunter scowled. The grin on her lips didn't fade. "I'm happy, this is your favorite flower. Is there any particular reason why lotus is your favorite?" she looked up at him expectantly.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

He did. He introduced me to his organization as his daughter. He trained me personally, how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill. He got into my head. I became a totally different person. He gave me a tattoo that matched his. We were three who had that tattoo on our arms in that organization. I, Pa Alejo and Tyler. Tyler was the son of Pa Alejo's right hand. The tattoo was of an eagle attacking its prey. He said it signified glory and what not.

Hunter was clearly not trying to smirk on camera but he couldn't help his ego. A photographer went closer to him to adjust his stance and lower the waist band of the sweatpants to go almost dangerously low. Then the tattoo came into full view. It was a wolf, scratch that.. a cub that looked like it was trying to howl. The cub was actually looked like it was standing on water but the wolf's body was literally on fire. I just noticed the tiny and faint flames that surrounded the little creatures body and for some reason I felt sad. For the wolf though.

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

“Your tattoo is gone.” Hikari smiled at me, “that’s where Yuki lives, luna. When I release him completely, my dragon tattoo around my neck disappears, too.” “Woah-ho-ho! Goddess! This is some insanity! You are so cool!” I said in the heat of the moment. Hikari’s face turned stoic as he peered at Yuki with a quick gulp. “Um, I apologise if I was offensive. It’s just that when I am excited, I forget manners,” I chuckled nervously.

Hunting me isn’t going to be like hunting a Moon Caster who’s been languishing in chains for months. Still, I can’t help picturing Kaely as he killed our Moon Caster—the glee he took in it, the blood on his lips and teeth. Will he be the same when he tears my throat out? Will he even feel a moment’s remorse? Probably not. He really believes what he said about me being a Moon Caster. And if I thought he was a Moon Caster, I would hunt him down and kill him with no remorse. I wouldn’t care that he was Kaely, the hottest guy in our pack, the only one I’ve ever really dreamed of mating with.

Our breaths chased each other under the warm silk drapes, melting together the last bits of the thick passion we had just finished. My body felt so light, filled with the stable pure energy from the triple bond tattoo on my chest. Hunter laid his big body beside me, pulling me without resistance into the hold of his strong solid arms. His broad chest rose and fell steady as he kissed the top of my head for a long time, full of a possessiveness that was now absolute. "Finally... you're truly ours completely, Inka. With no shadows of fear anymore."