Traditional Oni Mask Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

"You don't?" Belladonna dropped her hand from Raquel's shoulder, shaking her head. "No." "B-but everyone has it." A grin stretched across her lips, one too wide "Once a child is born, he gets the tattoo. It is a sign that you are one of us." "One of you. You mean the people?" "Yes, people of Ignas. I thought everyone had it." Raquel moved closer, her eyes searching desperately this time, the urge to find so immerse that she held Belladonna's wrists in her shaky hands before dropping them. "You don't have it in Inaymi?"

As the view up ahead was just more sandy road and trees lining on each side; and I only hoped we made it to where we were going before nightfall. I turned again and saw Izon, holding onto the horse's reins firm; with his knuckles almost going white as his face too, stood steeled and focused on the road in front of him. He sat with his legs slightly spread and his loins flowing downwards to the ground; covering his groin but revealing the muscles of his torso. And I squinted as they held tattoos the same as the ones all across his shoulders and chest. I frowned as I realized he seemed to have tattoos drawn everywhere? "You really should stop staring at me..." he said sharply.

MARTHA: Mr. Weston smiled and entered the room where I had spent the night. His woody scent surrounded me like a warm blanket as he replied, "It's a tribal tattoo." "Does Doctor Tina have it too?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded. "Yes, but women's tattoos are on their backs. They are meant to carry the pack on their backs, while we carry ours from the front," he replied proudly, and my jaw dropped. I was still looking at him in shock.

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.

I quickly replied to Karyna. After I left the skin mask in the warehouse, I got a new one on my way to Adam Caldwell’s house. That marked the end of my Onyx disguise. The custom-made skin mask was a meticulous creation. It requires over 48 hours to perfect, and time was a luxury I couldn't afford at the moment. The Ravens had likely deemed Onyx incompetent in the task of eliminating Henri, signaling the imminent arrival of another assassin. This urgency prompted my return to Chappaqua to safeguard both Henri and Karyna. Together, we stand stronger.

I ask. "Uh yeah, uh―nice tattoo by the way. When did you get that?" she asks, glancing up at me before returning her gaze to the ground. I suddenly realize how small she is. The top of her head doesn't even reach my shoulder. "I got it when I was 14. It's a tradition that warriors get a tattoo after they shift into their dragon for the first time," I explain. "That's interesting, witches have a similar tradition. Clan leaders get tattoos as a symbol of their power," she tells me, her embarrassment seeming to fade a little.

"Where did you get your tattoos, Mr. Alex?" "Just Alex is fine. A bunch of places. I used to travel a lot when I was younger. I'd find the best in whatever city I was in and go there." "I like them. They're different than Mom's. This one looks sort of scary." She'd pointed to one on my left forearm. "It's a Japanese Oni. They're supposed to be scary. I got it done in Osaka." "It's sorta cool. I want to get one when I get older. When did you get your first one?"

I ask quietly. "I got most of my tattoos on my sixteenth birthday, as a symbol of manhood. Neron's mother was a part of a tribe known as the Sceneca, they lived in these woods. They had a tradition where at the age of sixteen, boys would get these tattoos to symbolize their ascent into manhood. Being raised by Neron, I was brought up learning such traditions, which is why I got the tattoos done," He explains, as if reminiscing a fond memory. "So, Neron is not a native to this country?" I ask.