Adventure Ink Novels & Stories

I was about to be in a room with three men. My hands shook as they walked in the living room. David entered first, then a taller, muscled man behind him. He had short dark hair, almost as short as a buzzcut, with these beautiful bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and just his cut, no t-shirt on underneath, showing off the array of tattoos he had across his chest and down both arms. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, “I’m Creek. I’m Ink’s VP.” David must have told them not to come close to me because Creek didn’t try to shake my hand, I felt a bit rude, but I was grateful for David for telling them.

I chose the tattoo. But I didn’t choose him. He wasn’t listed on the website. No socials. No portfolio. Just a name: Shane. The studio was called INK SEDUCTION, a half piercing parlour, half erotic dungeon disguised as a reputable ink shop. And Shane? He was the reason people came back begging to be marked again. The First Look He had a body that should’ve been behind glass arms inked with wolves and roses, hands veined and calloused, rings on two thick fingers. He wore black gloves like sin and smelled like ink, sweat, and intentions.

"It’s no longer a weapon of the Architect. It’s a shield of the Earth." ​ ​We didn't bring the Plate back to New York. We brought it to a small, hidden refinery in the mountains of Calabria. We ground the mineral-encrusted alloy into a fine, metallic dust and mixed it with the "Vance Indigo" ink. ​We called it The Shield-Ink. ​When the first batch reached Thomas in New York, the Absolute Zeros were already at the doors of the Scriptorium, their pulse-emitters humming with a destructive roar. Thomas loaded the Shield-Ink into the Heidelberg.

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

Raven secured my wrists in soft padded cuffs above my head, then spread my legs wide, fastening my ankles to the sides so my thighs were fully exposed and open. The position left me completely vulnerable, my pussy already glistening under the warm lights. He warmed the living ink between his palms. The scent was dark and addictive — black cherry, smoked vanilla, and something primal. He began at the top of my left thigh, the needle buzzing to life as he started the first delicate chain. The moment the ink touched my skin, heat bloomed deep in my core. I gasped, hips twitching against the restraints. “Describe it,” Raven ordered, never stopping the precise work.

It wasn’t visible unless she was in undergarments alone, which meant it was her little secret. It was an image of three little birds trailing along the curve of her breast, behind the birds was the word ‘Adventure’. She got inked two months ago, to her the tattoo was symbolic; the bird represents freedom and migration, three birds represent happiness and adventure reminded her of everything she and Roman did together. Not only was he ingrained in her mind's eyes, his fingerprints imprinted on her heart, and his memory laid tattooed on her skin. He would always be unfinished business.

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Zia said. They walk for almost ten minutes, when they reached a pub they turn to the left and stop in front of the building with the sign 'KAPISANAN'[1]. "Here it is, the Adventurers Guild," Zia said while scanning the people walking to and fro inside the building. When they entered inside the guild, murmuring startup. "Look, the Blight twins are here," the old man said with a massive build and a scar in his forehead. "Heh," grunt of the other guy with a Mohawk hairstyle.

Aarons POV. I took everything out of the locker after encoding it with a machine I had in my pocket. They weren't small files and they weren't just files but also video tapes, pen drives and tape recorders. I found out my uncle to be very creepy because how could one keep all the evidences against him in one place and lock it away?

A collection of ink bottles, filled with vibrant pigments derived from coral and sea flora, awaits Bryan's selection. Bryan settles into his chair, the soft glow of bioluminescent algae casting an ethereal light in the chamber. He reaches for the jar of squid ink, its deep black color swirling within, and notices the addition of a special thickening agent. As he dips his quill pen into the inkwell, he feels the gel-like consistency as it coats the delicate fin-like feathers. The ink clings to the quill, its viscosity carefully crafted to prevent dispersal in the water.