Black Quill Novels & Stories

"How did you do this? What exactly is that reaction?" I simply smirked, tilting my head back to meet his intense, golden gaze. "It is a basic botanical reduction reaction, Alpha Blackwood. The sap of this specific leaf remains entirely neutral against cured, historic ink that has sat and dried for days. However, it violently reacts with active, unevaporated moisture. The fact that this text just turned a vivid purple proves a definitive, irrefutable chemical truth... this specific ink was brewed, handled, and written within the last twenty-four hours."

The mate bond hummed between us, warm and steady. I reached out my large, scarred hand and placed it gently over her small fingers, guiding the quill pen. "The Council scribes use a specific type of blue ink for royal deployments," I murmured, my deep voice rough and close to her ear. I used my free hand to pull a small, hidden glass bottle from my pocket. "And they always stamp the bottom with a double lines of hot wax. Like this."

One wrong moved they might lose their head. These shocking events make everyone alerted and by the sudden appearance of a beautiful stranger. She can even easily tell who was the leader of the two groups. "Stop it Dark Queen." a voice cold as an ice and strong as a command emerges in this silent atmosphere, giving everyone a tremendous chill down their spine. Following the voice, they saw a handsome young man in a black silky cloak unparalleled to anybody, with a fashionable mask and in white silky hair. Back has a crest of a terrifying Dragon, and where an Excalibur sword was located. He was followed by a guy of the same age with also a great presence.