Adventure Ink Novels & Stories

I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, bouncing slightly on his thighs, stifling a small moan when I felt his shaft harden behind my ass crack. “What about this one?” I leaned forward, squinting at a tattoo I hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a bird… or a dead bird, etched under his bicep. The ink was rough and fuzzy, like it had been done in a rush… no like it was done by a toddler. Adrian glanced at it, then quickly looked away. I didn’t miss the slight expression that flashed across his face. “It’s nothing,” he responded too fast. I leaned closer, mouthing the words written beneath it.

“Because the ink that would be sent to the Scholar-Dome is different from the ink that we use here to write ordinary book.” Irina stepped on the upstairs with face full of questions. Seeing her face, Lucas continued. “Sometimes they need an ink that can only match with the spell they created. Or, the school, or for daily use. The point is the only place that granted the permission to create various kind of ink is here.” “Oh.” The room was filled with many large rolled of papers. In one of the upper walls, there was a thin rectangle shape hole that blew fresh air into the room. A string with no end hang loose with sheets of paper upon it.

I positioned the needle and started. I mind-linked Cade. "Does it hurt?" "It burns, but I don't feel sick. I continued to stick him over and over again. Dipping the needle into the ink made of wolfsbane. Cade continued to sit there stoically. He was uncomfortable but not unmanageable. I didn't take too long to do a band around his finger. "How do you feel? Does your finger feel like it will fall off? Do you feel sick or anything?" "My finger burns, but it is not too bad." He mind linked. I gave him my left hand.

“Check the inside cover! The original pen—it's the only thing that can write a new path!” Julian opened the book. Tucked in the back was a plain wooden pen. Looked ordinary, but when he grabbed it, the ink began to glow purple. “I don’t know how to write a story!” Julian cried, ducking as an Ink-Eater leapt at him. Bianca smashed it with a rock, sending it splattering like spilled ink. “Don’t write words!” Aris shouted. He was wrestling one of the monsters with his bare hands. “Draw a door! Link your heart to hers!”

MADDOX Today had turned out a lot better than I had anticipated that it would. Damon had helped me get everything set up as Inkfinity’s new tattoo artist. It did not take long before a waiting list was waiting for me. We worked together to create the best fucking portfolio that we could.

She scratched the back of her head with one hand and used the fingers of the other to push her glasses up her sweaty nose. “Werewolves were able to communicate with each other through a special ink. The ink is only visible to normal humans and wolves for reasons I don't know. Whoever it was that wrote that letter to you must have used that. But what baffles me is how he or she was able to acquire it, and the fact that he or she used it for you means that the paper's content is very, very sensitive and that can't be a prank. Trust me, the ink is one of the hardest things to find in this world!” “Where's that ink gotten from?” Harold asked, intuitively squeezing the paper in his hand till it s

Just perfect as she thought. “Nice meeting you, sir. You can notify Lora if you have removed that part and we’ll arrange some time for that,” said she. Author's Note: Hello, I hope you enjoyed the story. Trace of Ink is about to end and I would love to hear your insights and critics. Please drop a comment, that would be much appreciated. Thank you :)

She had drawn red concentric circles around her ass like a target. It was obvious what the center of the target was even if there wasn't a tube of lubricant laying on the bed. It was an interesting first attempt for both of us. Not without a little effort we both came. We cleaned up afterward in the shower together and then headed for the bedroom for more sex. She was walking ahead of me and I started laughing. She asked, "What's so funny?" I answered, "What did you use to draw the target on your butt?" She replied, "The red ink pen in the office."

see you both together!” She added. “Ink walked round and clapped Alex on the back “anything you want to tell me brother?” He asked. His eyes twinkled, like he knew exactly what he was going to say. “I’m claiming Bella, she’s my girl, she’s my Old Lady. I love her, and she has just moved in with me.” He explained, pride showing in his face. Tina squealed. “What wonderful news! Congratulations you two!” “Thank you, T, Bella doesn’t want to wear a cut, can you tattoo her please Prez?” “Sure, where are you thinking?” “I want it on the inside of my arm, running down to my wrist. Is that ok?” I looked to Alex for his approval. “Perfect baby, everyone will see that.” He smiled down at me. I loved

“It’s a change, Maddox. You don’t want to do communications, fine. I need Warriors with their heads screwed on for the front. So join the bodyguard rota at White Forest castle and look after my family.” “As you wish…” I choked out. Nikolai’s eyes narrowed and Mani pointed out the fact his fists were curled. “...Alpha.” “Go.” Adrian kept his gaze from me. Both of us were covered in tattoos, mostly from the Northern Territories and their skilled, secretive artists. Our first inking we got together during a drunken night as teens. Swearing brotherhood we each had a knotted rope on our sternums. From there the rope had morphed outwards into our own individual designs.