Blood Ink Novels & Stories

The number of occurrences is considered to be quite high. When I bleed, the blood is a grayish-white color with flecks of black and white, and it sparkles like the stars in the night sky. At various points in time, both the light and the dark were chasing after me. Just who am I? And I had no idea what you were talking about.

Quite extreme, but effective. "Will you be making business with other people?" I nodded. "Then you might make good use of this pen. The ink is created with the blood of the people present, so when you make another deal with somebody else, you will bathe the diamonds with a drop of your blood and with a drop of theirs, as I did!" What an amazing creation. "Got it?"

"If I don't pass out in the process. Oh, look. Black sand is leaking out now. That's not one I can translate." "That's the disinfectant working. It's something I cooked up while trying to make sparkly ink for my Marking. It purges hex magic." Ink explained as he used the cloth to wipe up the black sand and the bubbling black goo coming out of Priest's wounds. "It doesn't look like he got this in every cut but I'm going to treat them all. Just in case."

“She’s my best friend and I can’t just stand here and watch her die because we’re too scared to try something.” I took a deep breath and made a small but small cut along Naomi’s forearm, right where the black veins were thickest and seem to be most concentrated. Immediately, dark blood started flowing out that looked absolutely nothing like normal human blood. It was almost completely black, with a consistency that was too thick and viscous, and it had a that metallic smell that made my stomach lurch. “Oh my God, it’s working,” Riley said, watching the color slowly start to return to Naomi’s face as the contaminated blood drained into the collection bag. “Look, the black veins are starting t

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.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

she grins. Invidia rises from her chair, pulls a small vile out of her back pocket and holds it up to the candlelight. Inside the vile is a silver liquid, a liquid I presume to be God’s blood, but it looks different…it’s not the vibrant silver I’ve seen the few times I’ve witnessed a God bleed. It’s darker, almost a gunmetal colour. It’s as if the mingling with human DNA, the process of abstracting it or maybe the thousands of years of being separated from the source has diluted its potency or warped it in some way.

He even closed his eyes while tasting the blood from Vincent’s dead body. “This is the best! The finest of them all!!” he said while smiling wide open. Even his men almost lost their control after seeing his reaction. They wanted to taste it too! After a minute, he looked at his fingertips and let the last drop of blood pour right in the face of Vincent in the list. ‘Marking the dead… Tasting the sweet yet iron taste like liquid from the student. Bloodshed is the best!’ he said to himself. Blood is the devil's ink.

Barely perceptible in the morning light. "The old ink formula is iron salts and oak gall. When it dries, it leaves a brownish residue under the fingernails. It cannot be washed away. Marcus wrote the Code with this ink for two hundred years. His fingers are forever stained brown." He raised his eyes. His silver-grey pupils held a faint, pale glimmer. "That is your next lesson. His habits. His flaws. Every detail may one day become your blade." Cain said nothing. His hand moved from his sword hilt. He reached over and took the cold coffee from Luna's hand.

said Jack. Jack never disappoints me, he is clever when he wants to, but in most of the times, he is stupid. He always gets us in trouble, but we are a pack, we’re supposed to deal with anything together. His brown hair and yellow eyes were always subject to admiration. The black blood, I’ve seen it before. It was at my mother’s death. When she died, she had normal blood, but when an hour passed, her blood started to turn black. I always wondered why, but I still couldn’t find an answer. I thought that it was the work of the disease.