Samurai Mask Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

"There's no way I look like that. You look like you're being castrated right now." "Here's a better representation," There's a short stick laying between us and I pick it up, drawing the shape of a human face on the beach sand. I start out by drawing out two 'o's as the eyes with curved brows at the top. A small triangle is drawn next to display his small but pointy nose, and then lastly, strike out a straight horizontal line as his mouth. Noah stares at the silly drawing on the sand that now looks like a hairless mutant and raises a curved brow. "It's missing both ears."

He didn't seem to notice though, his eyes were far off and there was a small smile on his lips. Maya took the chance to really look at him, eyes tracing every inch and curve of his face. Of course, they were obscured by the mask but she knew every detail so well that she could remember everything even with the mask on. She knew that he had a small scar between his left eyebrow and lid. She knew about how slightly crooked his nose is which you couldn't notice from afar. She also knew that his eyes weren't really black but a dark shade of brown, it was so brown they looked black. Most importantly, she knew about the tattoo on the side of his right bicep, the one written in Latin which he said

Mark says, tapping the floor with his fingers, the other hand on his knee. “Alright… mmm… I don’t know. Stand up and drink to this line without stopping,” I order, pointing at the bottle. For some reason, Mark takes off his purple sweater. I can’t help but follow his bare torso with the corner of my eye. I’ve never seen him like this. He has tattoos like Sam, well-defined muscles, and a small infinity tattoo below his navel. I swallow hard and glance discreetly at Sam. He’s been silent, pupils dilated, gaze lost.

I bent, smiled, praised her masterpiece of scribbled flowers and purple suns, though my lips felt stiff around the words. And then Sami appeared. Quiet as always, but his dark eyes landed on me and didn’t move. He didn’t speak, he rarely did but after a moment, he walked to the table and set down his own page of the drawing. Not as colourful as Leila’s. Simple lines, soft pencil shading. A tree with roots spreading wide beneath the ground. Two small figures beneath it—one taller, one smaller, hands almost touching. I stared at it, my chest tightening so sharply it hurt. He didn’t say a word. Just stood there, waiting. Watching.

Samantha put down the book she was reading and watched us in amusement. She chuckled at how his son tried to animate his actions when I couldn’t get the one he had in his mind. In the end, I sketched a scaly dragon with pointy teeth, breathing fire while soaring in the sky. I took notes on the side of the pad on the colors he described, and if I have the time later, I will work on this one. “You want to add more?” I asked, showing him the pencil sketch of his idea. He slumped on his seat, his hand on his chin. “Hmm...” He mumbled as he thought of other stuff to add to the drawing. I chuckled, looking at him. Samantha rolled her eyes, laughing at his son, too. Sean is so adorable.

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

I laid down on the bed as Phil, the tattoo artist, started working on my new ink. Josh was on another bed adding to the sleeve on his arm. My tattoo was half of a wolf’s face in a Samoan design with the caption ‘Fight or Die’ underneath it. Josh had phoned some old friends he still had and had arranged for an introduction to the man that ran the fight nights in California. We went to the first one and just watched. The place was packed and I felt sure that I could have taken that night’s fighters easily.

I blushed at his words. "There's also something at the back. I added my own touch to it." He held my hand holding the necklace, and he slowly turned the necklace pendant over, and there I saw the word 'MINE.' Clawed boldly at the back. "You're not only my full moon, Amara Lively, you're also mine, my human mate," Connor said.

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

Juan stood up and said, “Boss, you guys can carry on with the drink. I’ll be back soon.” “Go ahead.” The trio walked toward the man named Samiul while Tyr and the others continued to drink and chat. A group of malicious-looking big men with their arms covered in tattoos walked up to them in bustling haste almost ten minutes later. Their leader was a robust bald man, the pattern of an Eight Directionals Wheel tattooed on his head. His chest was tattooed with a Hanuman.