Novel & Cerita Death Mask Japanese Samurai Tattoo

He wanted to prove he wasn't someone I could screw over and walk away from. I crouched beside one of the bodies—it was a man in his late thirties, unfamiliar but he was clearly one of Marco’s. Blood still spilled from his temple where a bullet had torn through. I yanked his shirt open and found exactly what I was looking for—a tattoo of a coiled viper inked across his ribs. Marco’s men all had this mark. Just as I was about to rise, something vaguely familiar below his abdomen caught my attention and I looked closely noticing an inscription in Russian “Смерть предателям” (Smert’ predatelyam) – “Death to traitors”.

So nothing could happen to me. Exhausted, I fell against the fountain and was glad that I wasn't alone. "Here," the samurai said, pulling one of his cloths from his face. Unfortunately, another covered his mouth. "Thank you," I mumbled, wiping the tears from my face. White spots remained on the fabric. Damn makeup. "It... it's totally dirty, sorry," I apologized to him, to which he laughed and said, "No problem, keep it." "

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

The tattoo of the right arm was revealed. On the tattoo. It read 'death'. Cai Cai and Zhang Xin's eyes widened. He had never seen Zhang Dingyuan's tattoo before. Zhang Dingyuan raised his right hand and yelled, "Cai, Zhang Xin, I've wronged you!" The two of them still didn't understand. The character "death" began to emit a red light. Cai and Zhang Xin let out miserable cries as they dissolved into pus in midair. Yang Xiao opened his mouth slightly.

“They fought like ghosts.” ⸻ “Casualties?” “Five of ours injured.” “Three dead.” Silence. “And them?” Nico answered without emotion. “None survived.” ⸻ Alessio nodded once. “Search every body.” “We already did.” “Anything?” Nico exchanged a strange look with another guard. “There is something…” “What?” “They all had the same tattoo.” ⸻ He placed a photograph on the table. A black snake… Wrapped around a silver crown. Seraphina’s face immediately turned pale.

We held a funeral for him anyway. Now here he was, walking into our garage like a ghost who never left. I couldn’t move for a second. My mind kept flashing back to that night years ago. The fire. The screams. The way we all thought we had lost one of our own for good. Nobody questioned it. We were too busy trying to survive. “Damon?” Colt’s voice cut through the fog in my head. “You know that tattoo?” I nodded slowly, still staring at the screen. “Yeah. I know it. That’s Marcus Vale’s mark. He died in the explosion back in the first big war we fought. Or at least that’s what we all thought.”

His tattooed hands, those large fingers… Yeah, I didn’t even want to imagine. “He’s stable,” Nik murmured. “Doctors say he’ll recover.” I just nodded. Let’s see how they talk when Mark suddenly dies in a few days. After dinner, while the staff began clearing the plates, I stood to leave. But Nik caught my hand,firmly. “Wait.” He handed me a small notebook. Black cover. A symbol stamped on it in silver foil,the Kontrivsin crest. “What’s this, Nik?” I asked, eyes narrowing.