Black Ink Terraria Novels & Stories

Her blood-red lips parted with her labored breaths. His eyes snapped towards her frightened ones. Her eyes~ They were black abyss. Her flame-like eyes were gone and in their place were blood-red orbs that were surrounded by darkness, even the white of her eyes has turned black with tears flowing in them. Instantly she turned her back on him. And there Darach was greeted by another horror. Amber's once smooth and flawless back was covered with scars and they weren't normal scars. From the look of them, someone has thrown acid on her back or set her back on fire.

​The smell of the new batch was rancid and heavy, filling the locomotive shed with the sharp, toxic tang of industrial petroleum and old friction. Yusuf hoisted the tin bucket onto the workbench, splashing a thick, viscous dollop of the black sump-sludge onto our mixing slate. It didn't look like ink; it looked like the blood of a dead machine—viscous, iridescent under the cracked skylight, and clinging to the wooden spatula with stubborn weight.

For the past centuries, Soles from either sides hadn't found the Vermilion yet. This Vermilion was the one power that could stop the other. This was the reason as to why the world had still been experiencing two opposing forces; light and dark, good and evil. Because no one had succeeded in finding the power source Vermilion yet. This was the reason why the Vermilion was so important to be found and be kept, especially by the Ibawnons, so as to maintain the balance of the world. For if the Malignobons would have it, nothing but darkness and chaos would surely be spread to the whole world.

Mitch announced, handing him a sealed envelope. Pete immediately turned to Ethan. “Ethan, Belle’s results are here.” At once, Ethan set aside the document he had been reading and took the envelope. He carefully reviewed each page, his expression growing increasingly focused. When he reached the final report, his brows drew together. “Her blood work and all the other laboratory results are normal,” he said quietly. “But this last report indicates that she has mild anemia—specifically vitamin-deficiency anemia.” Concern clouded his face. Pete stepped closer and spoke reassuringly.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

I pointed out. “That makes sense why he has it but…that would be all the way from Japan!” Raphael voiced. “Japan?”. I aske every confused at this point as much as I wanted to know more I just couldn't comprehend how extensive all of these was. “Yes that ink is only made in Japan, in one specific region of Japan!” Raphael explained … I t stared to make Sen why the word unpopular and I k was coming to mind a lot… It is an unpopular ink. There's no ways our sunder if fork Japan from but anything could be possible at this point seeing that there an ink that can fade in a hours or a day…

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.