Samurai Mask Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

"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.

Hanzo nods his head before taking my hand in his then gets up and pulls me to the bathroom. “Thank you, once I rinse the blood off you can take a bath if you would like. I can leave you to relax or help you with your hair and keep you company,” Hanzo drops his blanket and walks into the shower and starts the water. I can’t help my eyes wandering over his back tattoo of a samurai with an orange and red koi fish, waves, and various flowers. His tattoos create a full suit covering his entire torso moving down his butt and the backs of his thighs.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

I laugh, tugging my hair out from the neck of the sweatshirt and running a hand through it. He shakes his head, his eyes sparkling gold. “Nah, it’s sexy as fuck.” Heat crawls up my neck, my cheeks flushing. “Whatever.” I nod toward Benji. “Show him where you want the tat, Romeo.” Chase leans back, turning over his right arm and slapping the spot beneath his elbow on the inside of his forearm. “Right here.” Benji glances over his shoulder to see where he’s indicating, then nods, beckoning me back over to check out his sketch. I return to him eagerly, peering over his shoulder at the drawing in front of him, my lips sliding into a grin.

Then he turned to look at the one who saved him. His savior was a young man, and he didn’t seem any older than Samoa. He was bare chested, exposing his broad and well sculpted chest to the eyes of all who saw him. There was a tattoo of a roaring lion on his right chest, and a picture of a snake had been engraved into his right arm. His green eyes pierced into Samoa’s and his wavy hair floated freely in the wind. “Arthur,” Samoa asked, stunned by the appearance of his friend? His friend looked so serious that if Samoa didn’t know him well, he would have doubted that the boy before him was the same one he grew up with.

His eyes were fixed on me and I was sure they hadn't been since just now. The stranger smiled at me. I smiled back, rather embarrassed. Damn, he looked good! He had black hair and wore a samurai costume. He had covered his face with cloth, so I only saw his beautiful eyes, which seemed to glitter in all colors. But I also realized that he was wearing a mask over his face. He just stood there, arms crossed casually, staring at me. This guy cut a damn fine figure!

He said, stripping his clothes off. Mark started laughing, the moment Josiah tool his shirt off. “What?” Josiah asked. “When did you get a tattoo?” He asked. “I didn’t” Josiah answered. “Someone tattooed a masked man riding a unicorn on your back right in the center. It looks like the Unicorn is farting glitter and rainbow stars.” “Those clever bastards. They must have tattooed the rune on me in my sleep. You will have to cut the tattoo off of me.” He said to Mark.

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

And I would use these marks to infiltrate the auction as Lucas’s slave girl. “Okay,” said Samantha with a deep, nervous breath. “I’ve never done anything like this before. So let’s just give it a try and see what happens. Shall we?” I nodded. What other option did I have? I watched as Samantha rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and went to work preparing pigments. It was a curious process, watching the lovely powdery pigment mix with some kind of liquid she measured out in a dropper. She was testing a shade of pigment on the back of her hand when I noticed the floral tattoos on her forearm.