Blood Ink Novels & Stories

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

"But first, you need to leave. I don’t want to do that in your presence. I need to take you back to the hospital." "Do it." She said. "Please." "Are you sure?" He asked, and she nodded. Flicking his gaze at the coffin, he went on his knees and opened it. The baby’s skin was pale, and he knew that if he didn’t feed her then, she was going to die. He quickly cut himself with the knife in his hand and trickled his blood over the baby’s mouth. As she drank the blood, he watched as her skin slowly brightened and her eyes changed to Red.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

I cried and pleaded with my life, I thought he was a friend of Maxine and Anna, why does he want to hurt me. Next thing I saw made me scared. His white eye socket turn red with a mixture of black along with his socket and veins popping from the side of his eyes, I yelled before I felt his teeth on my neck, biting, a strong pain shoot through me, my blood trickle and he kicks it, crying for my life, he suck my blood making me completely weak.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

It was a mechanical proof-roller, its heavy steel cylinder dripping with a thick, viscous black ink that hummed with a terrifying, low-frequency magnetic charge. ​"Julian!" Elara screamed, her left hand still pinned to the gurney as she scrambled backward against the mattress, her spine hitting the chrome headboard with a hard, metallic rattle. ​The black ink on the floor suddenly convulsed. ​The midnight-blue stream that had sprayed from her torn wrist didn't mix with the Printer’s black tide; it cut through it like a scalpel. A massive, vertical ridge of indigo fluid erupted from the linoleum, hardening into a solid, jagged wall of text that intercepted the Printer's first step. Spelled ou

Crouching down, I looked at the pools of blood which lay on the ground. Lycan blood had a slightly blackened tint to it; showing the taint which ran through their veins. It was in a large puddle next to another smaller one. This one had a slight iridescence to it. The antibodies in it, causing it to slightly shimmer in the light. Vampire blood. And the third puddle… “Mars…” I put my hand out, taking out the tiny scrap of paper which sat in it and opened it. Looking down at the handwriting, I closed my eyes.

I immediately took a plain sheet of paper, a feather and a small bottle of ink. I looked at the ink and noticed it was colourless. What sort of ink could this be? Most ink colours are always blue or black, but this one was colourless. "This is an invincible type of ink. Once used on a sheet, you can't see what you have written unless you dip it into a bowl of water, and then the texts will become visible." Kim explained, and I understood immediately. Such an intelligent wolf. Wow! It would be of great help to me.

The sight of the black blood on Gina’s palm felt like a heavy stone dropping into the quiet dark of the room. The crackling wood in the fireplace threw long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, making the dark liquid on her skin look like a stain of pure ink. Gina’s breath hitched in her throat. She closed her hand tightly, curling her fingers into a fist before Gabriel could look down and see what she had coughed up.