Phantom Troupe Spider Tattoos Novels & Stories

The tattoo image was at the peak of perfection and it almost seems as if both scorpions are gonna come alive at will. On a closer look, one would discover that both scorpions were different in color. One is Red and the other one is Dark-blueish color. Both young men were so charming that they could stop any lady and cause them to look at them several times. But one of them look younger and he was three years younger than the first guy. On the left hand of the Elder, brother was a red scorpion, and on the left arm of the younger was a tattoo of a dark blueish Scorpion.

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

My heart skipped a beat. It was new, I was sure of it. But for some reason, seeing it sent a shiver down my spine, a feeling of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't shake the sensation that I'd seen that tattoo before, somewhere in the depths of my memory but I couldn't place it. It was like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit, nagging at me with its familiarity yet remaining just out of reach. I found myself staring fixatedly at the tattoo. It was intricate, the spider’s legs stretching across his chest, its body curled in on itself in a menacing yet captivating pose. I became dizzy for a moment and my vision slightly blurry.

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

“Just there. Something yeh’ll find interesting.” Dom pulled out a knife with a six-inch blade from under her cut. With a silent warning, she let go of the wrist and grabbed her hair where Nessie had indicated. It was ice cold. Swiftly, Dom shaved the patch of hair. The blade was sharp enough that it cut with no issue. The smooth patch of skin revealed the Aranya spider tattoo. “That is interesting.” Dom agreed and forced the younger woman to her knees. “I think before she takes a ride, she should see my basement.”

Kirou unintentionally leaked a voice of surprise when he saw both of their creations, prompting Mistaken Fox to turn around as well, only to have the same reaction. Both clone and spider had decided to stick to a 2D image, the spider creating an image of its master within its threads while the clone created an image of the spider within its wires. Both images looked so well that Kirou couldn't stop himself from approaching both and taking a picture of each. That was something he definitely had to save for future admiration.

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Henderson?" Woody had to admit that Phoebe's acting skills were amazing. She could even outshine many top actresses. "You have a scorpion tattoo. Among the Sixteen Clans of the Greka Badlands, which clan do you belong to?" Woody's eyes turned to Phoebe's wrist. When Phoebe tried to pull away from Woody, her sleeve slid up and revealed the scorpion tattoo on her wrist. It was exactly the same as the ones on the corpses. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Phoebe seemed to have grown agitated now. Without bothering to ask for Gerald's permission, she ordered the other men, "Pull him away!"

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words. The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him. Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.

(Senior Disciple John) Inside the crowds outside the Aeternum Auction House, a few particular figure with a very questionable appearance as well as demeanour were sitting on the park bench, they were looking at the big Holographic Projector that were showing the live broadcast of the Auctions. These people were wearing, what many can call, a Ninja like outfits with a twist of middle east influence on them, but despite the odd mixed of the outfits, they were all have the appearance of a clear Asian looks, naturally since this is Fantasma, all of them have the features of fantasy on them. These people were actually coming from a famed organization call, The Spider, a professional Assassin/Shad