Death Mask Japanese Samurai Tattoo Novels & Stories

The verdict had already been decided. I could feel the ghosts of my past pressing in, as if they, too, were waiting for judgment. I could feel the ghosts of my past here—memories of coronation, of laughter, of Ryu’s hand in mine as we dreamed of peace between warring packs. Now, the same hall that once echoed with promises of unity trembled with the weight of betrayal. The charges were spoken with chilling finality. “Samantha Blackthorn, you are accused of murdering Alpha Ryu. For this crime, you are stripped of all rights and titles. Your execution shall be carried out at dawn.”

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

“I need to see Jackson's widow, I can’t be seen not to care.” “They know you care. This will only take a minute.” Downing my whiskey I smacked my lips at the burn. “One of the guys who tried to kill Genevieve has been interrogated. Of the men I have killed all had a collection of tattoos. Strange purple shields, top of the arm? Seems to indicate some kind of training or achievement?”

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

“No.” He attacked. Not with a wild lunge, but with a swift, controlled strike meant to disarm, not kill. I ducked, the shard in my satchel thumping against my ribs. The movement brought me closer to him than I intended. As I twisted away, the collar of the rough leather vest he wore shifted. There, on the side of his neck, just above the thick muscle, was a tattoo. Small, intricate, but unmistakable. A black raven in flight, its wings spread—the exact symbol on the bloodied badge in my pocket. The mark of Damon’s pack.

He asks me. I looked closely at the bodies laid down on the ground. At the nape of one of the dead men was a tattoo I very well knew. The tattoo of a scorpion was the well known signature look of the small gang group that owned a few part of creshore, Japan. I didn't know what business they would have with me but I'm going to find out. "The feds will be pulling up soon," I said as I put back my gun where it belonged "you should go."

I pressed my hand to the wall to steady myself, the other clamped over my mouth to stifle any sound. How could they do this? How could they smile while they did it? My mind spun. Did Sir Death even know about this? Did he realize his men were capable of murder and enjoying it? I pressed both hands to my mouth, sliding down the wall until I sat huddled on the floor. The tattooed man from yesterday Maxim, I think his name was held a Japanese sword, its blade glistening slick in the dim light. He’d run it through the bound man’s throat first, then… I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the echo of that sickening thud.

It was the kind of sound that makes your body move before your brain catches up. He was on the ground by the dumpster. Black suit. White shirt. Both ruined. The shirt was open, soaked through. Too dark to be water. Too much to be anything but blood. He was still alive. His chest moved. Barely. Then I saw the tattoo. _Memento mori_ across his ribs in black script. Remember you die. Under it, fresh blood. The wound was right under the letters. Like someone had punctuation to make.

It was as if everything had passed and I was suddenly hit with silence, one that was so deafening that it clawed at my soul… Then with it came darkness. The last thing I remembered before I succumbed into the darkness was the tattoo they all had on their arm and the logo on their flag. It was one of a flying eagle, the signature tattoo of people of the Starlight Pack. I knew this because I had a classmate from there. I knew I was young, and at the moment, powerless but then, I was also certain that I would avenge the death of my parents. It may be the last thing I did before I drew my last breath, and maybe it would take a while but I would. I wouldn’t spare their lives, …and that of every o

“My gift to you and your mate.” “Thank you, Sensei!” Samantha smiled as she took the box and laid it down before opening it to two matching katanas. “Domo Arigatō.” She picked one up and inspected it. “This is good Japanese steel.” Gently she pulled it from its sheath and looked at its edge. Hints of silver shined on it and near its handle was an inscription in Kangi, she rubbed her fingers against it. The old fox laughed again. “Kangi still gives you trouble. That says ‘Blessed by the Goddess, her holy fangs.’ One for you, one for him. As you are a pair so are they.”