Death Mask Japanese Samurai Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

The echo of harm that ripples outward even at death. When I take it, the pain is instant. My tattoos ignite. Not their usual slow burn, but a furious, living red that crawls across my skin as if the evil itself wants to be seen. The marks coil down my arms, over my ribs, up my throat, vivid and angry. The soul resists, not with strength, but with malice that lingers even at the threshold of its end. I carry it through anyway, absorbing what must not return to the living world.

Samantha smugged while killing five warriors in a clean circle at once. I too wanted to help but fvck ! My body still felt too stiff and my arm was still in the process of healing back to its original state. Thankfully. “Is that a challenge on who kills more ?” Jax asked and we could hear the smirk in his voice. “If you are bold enough,” Samantha airily put. Ughh. These two were talking as if they had any other choice. Idiots. “Loser will get the word ‘Loser’ tattooed on his/ her forehead,” Jax dealt.

He shifts but doesn't get off the floor, groaning in pain. A samurai tattoo with two coiled snakes peeks from his armor just below his arm. I recognize him as a member of the Blackthorn family, one of the top families of pure breeds in the Shadow pack, raising potential alphas and women vying to be the alpha's bride even after he chose me. My eyes harden, even as I crouch down to his level. To think they would send one of their underdogs to challenge the future Luna to a fight. I bend down and lift him by his shoulders, making my face level with his.

Isn’t how painful it is for a mother to lose a child? I looked at the tattoo on the man’s neck that I had just noticed. A skulk tattoo in a Grecian style of art. I opened my mouth in shock, along with fear. There was only one person with a tattoo like that. Don't tell me his Deathwish? The color on my face disappeared, and the coldness took over. No, please, I am wrong. It was impossible that Maverick was Deathwish. Because if he was, I knew death was my destiny.

Sam smiles, wipes his lips, and lies beside me. "Tela... tomorrow I'll show you something... something important." "All right," I whisper, laying my head on his arm and my hand on his chest. "The blood moon affects you if... if you're a... last night was the fifth blood moon of the fifth month." "The what of what?" "My tattoo... it's not a tattoo... it's a mark of-" "Oh, come on, Sam... finish a sentence. I don't understand anything you're saying." "I'm going to show you... I need to give you something."

she said, and I nodded slowly, her words striking a chord of truth. “When your mate bites your neck,” she began, her tone steady and explanatory, “it forges a connection—an unbreakable bond. That tattoo on your neck is a mark of that connection. It signifies that you are his, and he is yours. If he were to die…” She hesitated, her eyes softening, “it would vanish. It would fade away as if it had never existed.”

A body made for war. "Let’s start from the back," he said, turning. I dragged my gaze over the designs. He started with the skull, the first tattoo he ever got—at eleven—after his first kill. It was massive, covering most of his upper back, though other ink had been added over time. "The woman’s face over the skull, to the left," he pointed, "that’s my mother. And the dove beneath it signifies her demise." His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it.

10 years back Third Person POV “Mom, it hurts,” 10 year old Samantha cried while clutching her mommy’s hand. She had shown early signs of being a fine Ninja and Assassin and the Alpha-Beta duo of the Diamond Heart Pack had been quick to act upon this revelation. Beta Draven, too had sent his three sons for Ninja training and when they would be back home, they too shall be tattooed on the head just like little Samantha, whose scalp was designed with the rare Dragon tattoo presently.

Just before the performer climaxed, he raised his hip a bit, lifting Mia up with his hand behind her back. He was planning on emptying everything so deep inside her, barely anything would be left slipping out. But the second he did, I noticed something on his lower thigh. A little family inscription. It was the Japanese symbol… “絆” A tattoo. A very familiar one at that. I knew this, because I had the same one. As if to confirm I wasn't seeing things, I looked down at myself, just beside my soaked pussy, and met the same tattoo on the underside of my thigh.