Novel & Cerita A Fate Inked In Blood Fanart

she whispered, her claws tracing my arm, “are the same ones you wrapped around his neck, right?” And then—pain. A gut-wrenching pain sliced through my arm. I cried out. My vision blurred from the tears. I could barely breathe. Celina lifted her clawed hand, staring at my blood like it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. “Stop,” I sobbed. “Please stop—” But she grabbed me by the throat, squeezing until my lungs burned and my vision started to go dark. I saw my life flash before my eyes. It had never been the best kind. But was this how it ended? Hot tears escaped my eyes.

The blood flowed, glowing a soft, menacing red, weaving itself into an intricate knot around our joined hands. I laid out the terms, binding her to protect Trisha and Gavin from all harm, and binding myself to tell the truth. She had no choice but to repeat the words, her voice filled with hatred. As she spoke the final, sealing phrase, “Let it be,” the blood seared into our skin, leaving behind a scar. Half of an infinity symbol on me, half on her. A permanent reminder of our pact. I pulled my hand away, the rage in my chest momentarily replaced by cold, hard victory. I looked from the Queen to the Alpha Shifter, and then back to the image of Trisha on the screen.

“Forgot to mention, you need to use blood for this contract. Normal ink doesn’t work.” Without thinking too much, Adam dip the end of the feather into the tiny bowl filled with his blood and signed don the end of each pages. Once he was done. The man stood up and calls out to his men. Royce was pulled roughly towards him and thrown at Adam. The chain around his hand made contact to his neck and Adam hiss at the burning sensation. “Nice doing business with you King Adam. After this, you won’t be seeing me anymore so I bid you a happy life to come. That is…if they want you too.”

She shook her head sideways and tried using the pen again, this time, a pin from the pen pierced at her thumb, and blood started dripping on the book. "Damn!" She said and understood what was going on. That red ink was not ink, but their blood. They were making them pen down their names with their blood. (What are they up to?) She thought as a guy at her back nudged her. "Hey! Maleficent! Get on with it! We would grow grey hairs here while waiting for you!" He said as the people at her back started laughing. She ignored them and kept staring at her blood on the book as she contemplated on if she should sign her name or not.

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

I looked up at him but his gaze never shifted. “Maybe we don’t want to stain our hands with gamma blood. It’s not worth it. We might actually have someone do it instead,” Cole retorted. So the triplets were two ranks above Logan and his brother. The pretty lady from earlier appeared from behind the counter, her eyes flickered around and she looked scared. It was obvious she was not used to this kind of scene. “Or maybe we might just take the human, it will be easier to snap her neck,” Noah chuckled darkly.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

“We’re not children playing pretend! You chose me—” “I didn't. Babushka(grandma) arranged this.” My voice was sharp, cutting through the space between us. Her lips pressed together, anger simmering beneath her beautiful features. I sighed, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the chair. That was a mistake because the moment my chest was bare, she moved. Her fingers slid over my left arm, tracing the ink that covered it. The swirling lines and symbols told a story—a story of blood, vengeance, and survival.

Scrawled in shaky ink. The Blood Moon comes early. He will try to claim you before the bond completes. But remember, Ava—only love can destroy fate. Outside her door, one of the alphas stood listening. And he wasn’t alone.

because it sold better. The revenge in my heart turned into a cold, hard diamond. I was tired of being the victim. I was tired of being the "Subject" or the "Character." "If there are no pens," I hissed, "I'll use my own blood." I didn't wait. I bit my own finger until it bled. But it wasn't blood that came out. It was that glowing purple liquid the mix of the Alpha’s power and my love. It was the purest ink in the library.