Traditional Oni Mask Tattoo Novels & Stories

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

With steady hands, I unlocked a hidden drawer in my desk, revealing its contents: a gold-trimmed mask and a small crystal vial containing a viscous, wolfsbane-infused ceremonial essence. The mask gleamed in the dim light, its surface etched with ancient pack symbols of power and dominance. I caressed its smooth surface, feeling the familiar weight of my alternate identity. Next, I picked up the silver paintbrush lying beside the vial. With practiced precision, I dipped it into the moonstone-enhanced liquid and began to meticulously apply the substance onto my neck. The ancient symbols of the Night Alpha appeared on my skin as the liquid dried, forming a pattern that would be invisible to mos

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

Nyleve took her to a sanctuary for newlywed Luna, where she had to soak in the clearest water she had ever seen. In this cave, rocks were formed in odd shapes, and Nyleve explained it as past Luna's having their spirits resting here; at first, Amanah thought it was creepy, but the longer she stayed in the water, she found it peaceful. After the long hours of soaking in that sanctuary, she had to be patterned all over her body, excluding her face. This was another custom in the Niozian culture; they believed the temporary tattoos would enforce her loyalty and love to her mate.

It’s no ordinary tattoo job, there’s a shitload of blessings, incantations and all kinds of scented smoke to waft around before they get on with the job. It’s no ordinary ink either, the black crystals that make up some of our cave formations are ground in for good measure. A connection to the earth the Moon Goddess gave us apparently. My father’s back, which I remember glimpsing as a child years ago, is absolutely covered, I’m only getting started. It’s a combination of protection and blessings. I used to think it was an idle tradition. Learning how much demonic, dark shit Father has bunged away in our cave system, I’ll take every tattoo going now.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.