Killua Hunter X Hunter Tattoo Novels & Stories

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

“It says you are a healer, right? If you are, then I might need your help. My mate got shot by poachers last night when we were out hunting, I think the arrow was poisoned because she's kind of finding it difficult to heal. We lost our healer during the war last year and the one we got now isn't really up to the task but I know you are” “Me? What makes you think that I’m a healer? Anyone can get this tattooed on their wrist. It's just a marking” I scoffed, finding Hunter ridiculous, and hid my tattooed wrist behind my back immediately. I mistakenly revealed it to him when I brought my hands out to show him that I wasn’t chained since he wouldn't let me out of the room. I knew he was up to so

Like material wealth? "If it makes you feel any better," Kyle added with a sigh, lowering his voice, "I saw that the assassin had a tattoo on his forearm. And it looked like the assassin wanted to get Levi. The gun was just too long." My stomach tightened. That is not what I want to hear. "What did the tattoo look like?" I asked sharply. "A circle with a diamond inside. That's it," Kyle said, already reaching for a jewelry case. "Now I'll help you pack your collection."

She chuckled. Silvia was a bit drunk and Hunter was damn sure whatever that was coming out of her mouth was accurate. She wasn't playing with him at the moment nor was she acting. This was the real Silvia he was witnessing all thanks to the bit of alcohol in her system. Hunter made a note to ask Luca to look for Berolt. "Silvia," He whispered as she tipped her head to look at him. "Yes," His eyes glanced at her neck before meeting her gaze. "About the tattoo on your back. Who cursed you?" He asked.

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to

He smiled. It was all hit and duck, play and game until he got enthused and pulled off his shirt, casting it at the roaring audience. I stilled, my vision reddening. The dark red tattoo of an arrow piercing an animal skull on his shoulder mugged all my attention. It was a tattoo I could never pass into oblivion. A tattoo that only hunters wore. Defiance was the only word blazing through my mind. Red and hot. I had him by the throat up against a post. "Why do you have the hunter's tattoo?"

“We have losses.” “Derek…” “You know what? It is fine. It always will be. Just go ahead and tell me why you dragged me all the way out here,” I cut in, avoiding her eyes. Clearing her throat roughly, “There is a tattoo on the prisoner, a crescent moon tattoo,” she stated. “Hm, I noticed that too. What about it?” “That’s the mark of Kael’s elite warriors.” “What?” I barked, pulling my brows together. “Why the hell would Kael attack my pack if he’s trying to negotiate an alliance with us through you?”

The tattooed man kicked again, doubling me over as his foot connected with my stomach. "Any last words?" He sneered, leaning over me. I forced my gaze up, meeting his eyes. He grinned, warping the sun tattoo into an odd shape on his cheek. "Well?" I opened my mouth, about to cuss at him when he fell forward, covering me in a splatter of blood. I gasped. I'd thought the pain from him kicking me was bad, but the pain of his dead weight bearing down on my beaten body had me balancing the edge of consciousness. I looked up, trying to force the engulfing black away and met pale blue eyes. It seemed my guardian wasn't just a pretty face.

But he wasn’t going to let him go just like that. “Who are you?” Jai whispered, already getting the code that he had to speak in a lower volume. The guy sensed Jai’s alert mode and raised his hands. “I’m Ahub, a hunter from Deleima.” Jai lowered his hand and retracted his thunder a bit as he observed the young man. The man had a slight tan skin, a red fang mark on his right cheek, and some scars on his hands that were visible due to the short sleeved upper clothes. He was wearing a chest buckler that was dark in color and strapped to his shoulder with tight leather strap. His pants were 3/4 and he was wearing boots that covered all of his feet up. It was weird combination of a seemingly khak

I shudder before tearing my gaze away from the ground to meet his eyes. Grey. Warm, beautiful grey. He is dressed in an all-black suit, the shirt unbuttoned to expose the well-chiselled features of his chest and the tattoo markings that have my fingers itching. Effortless charm radiates off him. Off all of them, and I don’t know if to feel lucky or wary of all this undeserving attention. “Before that,” Alpha Hunter cuts in. “Killian has something he’ll like to say to you.” He jerks his head towards his brother, who has a rebellious glint in his eyes. A shiver runs down my spine, and I swallow.