Black Quill Novels & Stories

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

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.

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

" He shrugs and stretches his hand into the pen case and pulls out a pencil before leaning back on the chair and swiveling slowly. "They were acquainted to each other... " He rolls the pencil between his middle and index finger. "Despite the age gap, they were actually good friends." "Were?" I asked and my gaze fell on his emotionless face as he balanced his weight on the chair and continued swiveling till his side was almost turned to me, his gaze in space. Quinn's eyes were a dull shade of green, like the lush foliage of a dying forest in the height of early autumn. His thick dark lashes that only served to accentuate their striking hue blinked down over them and the pencil begins to flip

The gold spread below the orb and shaping into a pen. “A quill pen?” Jai tilted his head. ‘I don’t remember the thing Yaju held was that big.’ “It’s the Flaming Quill. Its size follows the space it’s kept, and it’s a curse for those who wish it for selfish reasons, directly or not,” she said, as if she could read his mind. Jai looked back at her, slight surprise could be seen on his face. “Did you just read my mind?” he reflexively asked.

A faint, almost invisible sheen along the grip, not ink, not oil, something thinner, something that didn’t belong. Quinn placed the pen back down carefully, her mind already moving ahead, piecing it together faster now. Blackwood reaches for the pen. Signs something, or tries to. The contact is enough. No struggle. No noise. By the time he understands something is wrong, it’s already over. She turned back to Damian slowly, her expression no longer just guarded, but sharper, more focused in a way that had nothing to do with the victim. “You saw that from across the room?” she asked suspiciously.

The Child Grows POV: Nya (Narrated Epistle with Interwoven Scenes) Somewhere Beyond Time—The Ink Between Ages A warm quill glides across aged parchment. The ink does not smear—it pulses faintly, the color of volcanic gold, shifting between hues like a living ember. The hand that holds the quill is steady. Deliberate. Young, yet ancient. And the voice that speaks is quiet. Soft as a lullaby. “To the One Who Comes After…”

A shiver passes down my spine at the ruthlessness in them. “Come along,” Dr. Brown looks at me and I get to my feet. I follow her out of the office and as soon as we’re at a safe distance, I blurt out, “This Moreglias thing, Quill might also have drank it tonight.” Dr. Brown goes still, “How do you know?” “Well, I – the thing I drank, the same thing was waiting for us in the shack just by the entrance of the tunnels. He drank some of it but I knocked the rest out of his hand.”

"And machines can be broken." Philip laughed, a sound like glass breaking in a jar. "You think that bauble gives you power? You are a Duke of a fallen mountain. You are nothing." He lunged. The black quill stabbed forward, aimed at my throat. It was a weapon of pure debt, designed to erase a man’s history with a single touch. But I didn't dodge. I caught the quill with my bare hand. The black glass bit into my palm, the ink rushing into my veins like liquid fire. It tried to erase me. It tried to tell me I was a failure, a monster, a man who didn't deserve a family.

"I need to order one hundred custom seals. Engraved with 'Blackmoon Pack's Slut.'" "And I'll need your special enchanted ink. The kind that carries the permanent stench of shame and exile. And I need it immediately."