Black Ink Terraria Novels & Stories

It moved under his skin, devouring the healthy tissue, replacing it with something harder, darker. The ink hit his shoulder. It surged across his chest. It hit the "Keyhole" scar—the brand he had borne since childhood. The Keyhole didn't fight the black ink. It opened. The blackness swirled into the Keyhole, filling it, then exploded outward in intricate, jagged geometric patterns. They looked like tribal tattoos, but they throbbed with a sickly, necrotic light. The Curse of the Usurper. [SYSTEM CRITICAL UPDATE]

Right there, the air began to bleed black ink. Maya looked at her own hand—no more gold glow, but her veins had turned dark, the black beginning to spread. "Julian..." she whispered. If the world’s really back to normal, why is the Author standing in front of them, and why is Maya’s body starting to change into the ink he uses to write the world?

Seeing Abby give me a smile in response is all she could give me as I heard the sounds of bones cracking. The sound made me look at where my mate was standing, around Carter was a symbol on the floor that looked strangely like the one Terra has on her fur. ‘It is but it’s different as mine is black, his is gold, it is the time of day for his beast, and mine of the night, you will see the illumination start soon to show.’ Terra explains a bit to me, it made me feel a bit calm but when I heard another bone crack I flinched.

Sweat, expensive soap, and something that smells like a storm over the ocean. Alan Voss. I look at the spot where he stood—naked, powerful, and utterly terrifying. My face still feels like it’s on fire. I shouldn’t have looked. I should have kept my eyes on the floor like a good little ghost. But the tattoos on his arms… They were really detailed. Like armor made of ink. “You’re safe with me,” he had said. I sigh and push the mop across the rubber matting. People like Alan Voss don’t protect people like me.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

"once you pour even a little vervain on her she'll react. She'll wince and her blood will start to boil then her eyes will turn either pure black or blood red." "So you don't even know what color a vampire's eyes are?" "No, we know. When a vampire's eyes are pitch black it means they don't feed off of humans, they feed off of animals and they're not that strong. When a vampire's eyes are red that means they're a big threat."

I wasn't sure whether it was cooking or spell-casting, but she seemed fairly busy with it. I pulled my right sleeve back and exposed my inner forearm. I already had two other marks there, one a circle, the other a square with runes and other symbols in them. I cleaned a bare area with rubbing alcohol then applied a bit of ointment. I twisted off the lid to the ink. I could smell the musky metallic scent of it. It was some creature's blood mixed with metal to help the tattoo settle. I dipped the needles in the ink then stabbed myself in the arm repeatedly.

The pale morning light crept through the letterbox sized windows of the den slowly, casting a stark glow over the rows of beds before crawling up the back wall. The scent of blood mingled with the musty scent of damp and cheap perfume as the girls silently let the night pass them by.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

Isiewu asked. “Eye of the gods,” Uchendu said, almost in a rush. “Echi is dying.” Isiewu pushed a black pot that was beside him as the news hit home. The liquid that the black pot contained spilled on the floor, noiselessly. The liquid was clear with meanings drawn on every part of it, and Isiewu could see the symbols it contained. The answers of Echi’s present state. “It can’t be possible.” Isiewu voice rose.