Traditional Spider Web Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Something I had never seen before. My tattoo called out to her, I could feel it, and she collided her hand with it, connecting our marks. She cried out, a bright blue light encircling both of us. Immense pleasure flooded my body, firing on all nerves, twisting and writhing as sunspots burst behind my eyes.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

Xyla Quest personally witnessed a red spider lily tattoo appearing on the back of her right hand. The tattoo seemed almost like a real flower… What was going on? Why would a tattoo suddenly appear on her hand? It was a red spider lily… Red spider lilies signified change. According to myths, they only appeared in the land of the dead. They would appear along the river of hell with either only flowers or only leaves, but never simultaneously. Legend had it that its scent contained a unique magical ability to summon memories of the dead…

And at this moment, his mind was on nothing but the feel of Jade's lips on his cock. Jade epitomized the look of the stereotypical bad girl. She had spiky green hair, and piercings and tattoos everywhere. She had five earrings on each ear, she had two rings on the left side of her nose, one on her right eyebrow, one on the left side of her lower lip, one on her tongue, one on each nipple and one in her navel. A spider web tattoo decorated her right shoulder all the way from the neck to the upper arm, with the spider itself sitting in the center; on her left shoulder blade was a vicious dragon, on her lower belly was a flaming skull, and some wicked-looking ornamental designs covered some oth

"Don't mess with that. Pretty much all the spiders in Orangelo are poisonous. Like lethally so if you get them mad enough. Just give him space and mind your own business." The Orangelo leaned forward to examine the proto-glyphs. They were similar to the Third Dynasty's southern branch's number system. Not an exact match but close enough for him to try and read it like each line of writing referred to a card. "That's insane, even Underworld spiders aren't poisonous. Should we also ignore his friends then and the web they are quickly making at the entrance?" Wound had lowered his voice. "What about the one crawling on your tail?"

Allen yelled back annoyed as he wriggled against the threads. “Oh, come now partner. I came to rescue you, didn’t I?” she replied. Smirking at his predicament briefly, Chiri then threw the knife in her hand. Slicing the threads on Allen’s arm. He wasted no time to fire another shot at the monster. This time hitting her directly, the spider-woman screeched as the symbols of a hex began to appear across her body. Carving themselves into her skin and extremities, the creature curled into herself.

Jessamine wanted to pull her hand away, but Thaddeus tightened his grip so much that she felt a jolt of pain. As they pushed and pulled, they heard the sound of something ripping. The sleeves of Jessamine's clothes were torn. Thaddeus was stunned to see the tattoo on her shoulder. It was a picture of a Red Spider Lily. If he looked closely, he could see the indents of a horrifying scar hidden in the petals. The red spider lily was a flower that symbolized death and rebirth, a fitting symbol of Jessamine's situation.

I said. He grabbed his iPad and turned it on, swiped a few times, and handed it over to me. This was it. It was exactly the kind of tattoo I saw. A dragon, a rather small one, was curled up weirdly and he seemed to have three wings and three legs and it was spitting fire. “This is it. It is exactly what I saw.” I said.