Phantom Troupe Spider Tattoos Novels & Stories

The two noticed it was only Yamato. Without his cloak Yamato's heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The most notable tattoos were the kanji on his left arm that read "Even humans can be gods" while on his right it was a man climbing a spider's thread. He was wearing a tight black shirt, black gloves, and black pants. His face had a stern expression that seemed almost frozen with how stiff it was. "Where are the others?" Peter asked. 'You'd think he was a grim with that outfit.' Oliver thought.

A happy and satisfied smile crept up Phoenix's lips as she stared at the necklace in her hand. " Thank you... Mom. I needed this " She said, and put on the necklace. The necklace had a pendant which was the structure of the Phoenix bird. " Goodbye " Phoenix added and turned, heading to the door. As she turned, the necklace around her neck glowed and so did the back of her neck. A mark more like a tattoo can be seen printed on the back of her neck. The mark was the symbol of the phoenix bird, the same symbol as the one on her necklace...

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

His voice broke the silence, and I froze in my tracks. He turned his head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “You can touch it. It doesn’t sting.” I hesitated, my fingers twitching at my sides. “Can I?” I asked softly. “Of course,” he replied, his tone calm and inviting. My hand moved almost on its own, reaching out to trace the lines of the tattoo. His skin was warm under my fingertips, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the artistry. But then, my eyes caught something else—a tiny inscription running down his spine vertically, just below the scorpion.

I start to climb down, gripping the cloth rope with everything I have. Don’t look up, I tell myself. *Don’t look up.* But I do. He’s there. Peering out the window, knife in hand. And then I see something peeking from under his sleeve. A spider web tattoo on his wrist. The same one the man outside had days ago. He raises the knife. No—no, no, no He starts cutting the cloth. “Please!” I scream. “Don’t—” The rope snaps. My body freefalls.

Addie demanded. "Mac is working on it. Cars take a little more work." He explained. Cage hugged Addie as she started to scream out of frustration, and cry. He held her tight until her sobs subsided. Addie looked at Viper. "What about Spider?" Addie asked. "Who?" Viper asked. "He was with that club here the other night. He sat at the bar and gave Paris the creeps. Bald guy with a spider tattooed on the back of his head." Addie explained.

Flesh hung loose around the torn trachea, and every breath came out as a wet, choking gasp. There was no saving him. “Ugh… cough!” He spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body shaking as life rapidly drained away. For the first time since the battle began, uncertainty flashed across the faces of the surrounding rogues. Carlisle didn’t spare the dying man another glance. His attention had already settled elsewhere. Right above the rogue’s heart, partly hidden beneath blood, was a tattoo. A spider lily. Wrapped around a crescent moon. Carlisle’s eyes narrowed.

Is he naturally built like this? Sasha steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it's a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It's lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. "Ulyana told me about the tattoos in the Bratva," I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. "What do these all mean?"

Loudor. "Impossible, Mommy... Maybe there are some who haven't been killed by daddy and his team before." Miss Divine came and sat on the couch too, "I haven't been able to follow the scent anymore. It's like it was deliberately left in the middle of the river. It just disappeared. I nearly lost my way," she is still panting and catching up her breath. "The rogues we caught earlier in Pazville have spider tattoos on their right necks..." Cornell declared.

The conversation flowed naturally, and I was just starting to actually relax when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. Alessio was walking toward us, and he was shirtless. My eyes went immediately, traitorously, to his chest. To the defined muscles, the tanned skin, the light dusting of dark hair. And then lower, to his abs, to the V of muscle that disappeared into the waistband of his black swim trunks. And there it was. The spider tattoo on his right hip, just above where his swim trunks sat low on his hips. That intricate black spider that I now knew with absolute certainty I had seen before, had touched before, had kissed before in a dark club thr