Traditional Oni Mask Tattoo Novels & Stories

"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.

Even Ah Yin shook her head slightly, "Even I don't know." "Did you buy some masks?" Chen inquired and Ah Yin nodded. With a thought and sliver of spirit energy, she pulled out eleven oval masks with various colors and carvings on them. Out of all the masks, there was only one that suited his black battle robes. A simple black mask carved out of the devil tree's wood but it didn't have any spirituality. The sections of the eyes were bordered by white marking. Taking the mask and trying it on, Chen suddenly looked towards Ah Yin with an intensity she had never felt before. His green eyes locked with her blue eyes as he questioned her calmly, "How do I look?"

Kenji agreed and Orion took away all the love feelings and everyone could breath out normally. Kenji and Viola marked each other and I wondered how a witch could mark a werewolf since they don't have any fangs but she had marked him with magic so his marking was a little different but cool none the less. He had like a darkgreen tattoo on his neck with leaves and thorns. Viola told us that the tattoo represented their thorny path. She was wondering if we would get tattoo's like that and I wondered that too. Perhaps they would match anyway we will find that out later when we get Poppy home.

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

The result was flawless. After I finished, I sat in the corner and watched with interest as Hector took his turn. He had decided to finish the sleeve on his right arm, while Jonathan had chosen to tattoo his shoulder in a tribal Maori design. The two deeply respected Maori culture and were thrilled to get traditional Maori tattoos. Jonathan's tattoo symbolized resilience, while Hector's represented strength and courage. After a few hours, we finished and returned to the pack house. When we pulled up, a few guards stood by the front door. After getting out of the car, one of them stepped towards us before we had the chance to walk up the stairs.

I breathed quietly. Maria suddenly stepped closer holding something in her hands. Before I could react, she carefully fastened a silver mask across my face. I blinked in surprise. The mask curved elegantly around my eyes, decorated with tiny silver stones and moon shaped patterns. “What is this?” Maria smiled. “The Alpha must find you tonight.” I stared at her blankly. “What?” She giggled softly while adjusting the mask. “At Tombstone’s anniversary ball, every unmated lady wears a mask during her first celebration.”

“It needed to gather us in one spot to catch us in its territory.” The raid boss appeared from the edges of the territory. The earth shook with each step. It was almost twice as large as the red oni. Its skin was a dark crimson, riddled with scars. It wore strings of beads on its ankles, wrists, and around its neck. It held a large cleaver in one hand. It had two pairs of horns that emanated a dark aura. [Shuten-douji has descended.]

“Hey Evander, see the new neck art on your Beta?” I look at Mark, he and Tyson are sporting very handsome marks. A mark is formed by mates biting each other on the collarbone. Chosen mate marks are dry crusty and not attractive. Fated mate marks like Tyson and Marks’s are shiny pictures like tattoos. Tyson is sporting a red and blue M with a wolf howling. Mark has a gold T with stars around it. Seeing them makes me want to mark Marcella now. The full moon is coming. I’m so excited to sink my teeth into her.

I stressed the fact that. They looked at each other before facing me. "We were supposed to ink you after the ceremony, but your grandfather marked you before you were ready. Despite all that, now, you have a mark of your own, engraved itself on the skin of your shoulder." My grandfather explained. I know about the tattoo ritual because each member of the Donne family has a tattoo on their body, and our mark is the Raven. "How is that possible?" My voice sounded shaky. I know that I have the mark of the Raven, tattooed in pure black ink.

“Nwaka! There was no mask. I did not see the mask of the spirits which the chosen diviner must wear to mark his transmission from an ordinary diviner to a chief priest. That is how the tradition has always been.” “Father, you were clearly not watching. The mask was given to Okonta by the oldest man of the village, Ofoedu.” “When did he give him the mask?” “Father!” Nwaka called, covering his laughter. “Don’t you remember the woven mask that was presented to Okonta on that day?” “I remember the mask.” Ofu’s head jolted up. “That was no mask of the spirits. It was just a crafty calabash with different holes on its buttocks.”