Traditional Oni Mask Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Why did you tattoo her name on your neck?” "Come here." The order was soft but firm, his palm resting on the cushion in invitation. Teeth gritted, I closed the distance and sat, my body tense. I was still filled with anger. I wanted to know why he would tattoo her name on his body, when it should have been mine. He took my hands into his and even though I wanted to pull my hands away, I couldn't. Maybe I need that reassurance. “First of all, that tattoo isn’t new. In our pack, Alphas mark the names of their Lunas on their skin. It's just like a symbol of their devotion to them.”

The last time I saw him without clothes, he had only the Bratva tattoo; the twin stars of a Vor v Zakone on his left chest; stars that marked him as untouchable in the Bratva. But now his entire upper body was covered in ink; Dragons and demons. I know those tattoos. No, it was not the Chinese Triads; this… this was Irezumi, a traditional tattoo style belonging to the Yakuza; the fucking Japanese Mafia. Was that where he had been these past four years? I was stunned. Why would a Bratva Don wear the mark of another syndicate? “There is not enough hot water for two, but we can share,” Nikolai’s voice shook me out of my thoughts.

" I nodded, knowing what was to come. The Mambanatok, the tribal tattoo artist, was called to the palace, and he arrived soon after, his instruments at the ready. The Mambanatok began to work on my skin, etching intricate designs and patterns onto my body. I felt the pain of every sharp object, every prick and jab, but I concealed it, determined to show no weakness. This was a rite of passage, a symbol of my pride and greatness as a warrior. As the Mambanatok worked, my parents looked on, their faces filled with pride and admiration. They knew the pain I was enduring, but they also knew that it was necessary, a test of my strength and courage.

She finally fell back onto my chest, sighing. She mumbled softly, again something I didn't understand. "What did you say?" She smiled. "I'm sorry, just something in Masai. If we stay together I'll tell you. Right now, be happy I said it, even if you don't know what it is." She refused to say more. Changing the subject, I asked her about the tattoo she had on that cute little butt. "It's a Masai shield over crossed spears. It's the same design as the one on our national flag. What does yours mean?" she said, tracing the outline on my bicep.

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

He spoke in an emotionless tone making Summer go quite. "Fine. I am forgiving you." She held the strips of her bag. "But you have to buy me lunch today and I not not letting you go easily." She told him making him smile. He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want to eat." "Okay then... let's go." She started walking while this time he was walking beside her matching their foot steps. "Alex won't bully you now. Do you have that tattoo? Where is it on your body?" Every Yakuza member would get a tattoo either on neck or shoulder or hand to indicate their organization. The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father.

I can't help but remember the time those strong arms of his were wrapped around me, cradling me close to his chest as heat seared my body. "This one here," he motions to the large circular pattern that sits in the centre of his tattoos, a little to the right of his abdominal muscles. In the middle of the design is a pattern unlike the others. It is more intricate, more sharp. The ink itself seems stronger. "It's the first one I got, when I turned thirteen. It symbolises my passage from boyhood to something more mature, more respected. It's a tradition from my mother's pack. I loved it at the time, especially the way it was done in special ink. But..."