Spiders Tattoo Hxh Novels & Stories

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.

Jaxon looks at Mia with a gentle gaze that subconsciously brings out a red hue on her porcelain face. “Does he have a spider tattoo on his arm or palm?” Jaxon stood up and walked toward Mia until they were at eye level. Her eyes searched for something on Mia’s face, unconsciously making Mia lower her head, avoiding the soul-piercing gaze of the man in front of her. “He has a thumb-sized spider tattoo on the back of his hand,” Mia replied softly while showing her right thumb. Somehow Jaxon made her nervous. “Thank you, now wait at the pavilion. I still have something to discuss with you.”

He asked. "You want it now?" She blinked. "Yeah, little fox" he replied, and she bit her lip before sitting up. He sat up too, facing her. She suddenly pulled down the arms of her top, revealing her collarbones. Below her left collarbone, there's a new tattoo in Spanish which reads... "propiedad de Xhen" Meaning...XHEN'S PROPERTY. Roonie's eyes darkened, and his expression deepened as he stared at the sexist ink he has ever seen.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

“Well, we met at The Grinning Skulls.” “The Fallen Angels bar? In the MC clubhouse?” “Yeah.” Spider grinned at the look on Tex’s face. “Can’t quite imagine me there, huh?” “In some ways, I can,” Tex said. “You’ve got the ink and the silver…” He lifted his chin to indicate the spider web tattoo across the other man’s face, the tiny spider tattoos all around his neck, the multiple silver piercings in his ears and on his face. “But I can’t imagine you voluntarily walking into that den of rampant homophobia.”

Dylan had a long history with so many people and then I realized how he operated… he made more friends than enemies and as for enemies, he made sure to kill every last of them that there would be no one to hold a grudge against. Classic him. “What kind of tattoo do you want, Mr Xavier?” I didn't realize someone was standing before us. “What do you think I should do, milkweed?” He asked his voice in a low gruff. “I don't know, a rose? Or a bird…” I let my voice trail trying to think of something meaningful. “I love birds, freedom, flight, survival and a will to live, poetic but true” I shut my eyes and opened them, my heart skipped two beats in half a second… I was falling deeply for this man

’ Ace and I wave goodbye to the crowd, I take a photo and text it to Hailey. ‘Wowzers! There must be thousands of people.’ As we are about to step inside the limo, I turn one last time to wave to the crowd only to freeze in shock. A man wearing a hoodie is hiding his face in the crowd. I can just see the spider tattoo under his eye. He is staring right at me. Red Back. ‘Ladies first,’ Ace says, oblivious to what I’m seeing. I blink a few times and shake my head, before looking up at Ace.

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”