Bloodlines Ink Novels & Stories

) sighs and scratches the back of his neck. "It's my ink. Every member of the Stanzolio filiation ink unique to it's body. The emergence of this mark appears when person and their partner copulates. A partner's demise or betrayal will result in the other partner's ink disappearing. This disappearance is accoumpanied with pain like no other. Mine first emerged when I laid with Christine. She bears one as well. The importance of the family ink is something you can never comprehend. They signify something greater than love," I take in Stan's words and process the absolute fuckery that is going on.

He heard horses galloping towards him, looking up, he sighted King Philp who rode powerfully towards him, his men following behind, his eyes filled with fury as his long beards added more fright to his face. As Robert's eyes sighted the old king, intense wrath filled him, his whole body shook in anger as his veins were visible, sprunting out to his dismay. Nicholas and the remaining soldiers roared in brutal anger and they began to gallop towards the army that rode towards them. With swords in their hands, the men of Linerdo killed their enemies showing no mercy. Blood filled the land as the dead men were seen sprunting blood out of their chests.

I ignored it as I got to where the doctor is. "Good to have you, Sir Andre, after all the new formula and so many experiment, finally I." "Hold it." I paused him without letting him finish his statement. "Lynx told me you found a way, am I correct?" "Yes, you are." "Then you may begin by testing it on me at once." "Sure." I watch him as he started infusing some stuff he has gotten from some werewolf and others I have no idea of, then I pulled my shirt, he was shocked at the tattoo he saw on my body, just my cousin and I has this on, it's a family mark.

My fingers tightened slightly around the brush as I heaved a sigh. “…Okay,” I murmured under my breath. “Focus.” I dipped the brush lightly, letting the color settle before bringing it to the surface. The movement came slow at first, like I was easing into something I wasn’t entirely ready for. Behind me, Karl had gone quiet. I could hear the sound of pages opening, and her pen scribbling.The occasional soft hum under her breath when she had an idea. Time passed without asking permission. Stroke after stroke, color layering over itself. The outline was forming before I fully registered it. I just let it happen.

She was only brutally honest. The wolf princess walked further into the hallway until she was right in front of Carys’s room. “If you are going to open this door, do it quickly." Her shoulders went up to signal that her hands were hurting. Carys’s ended up opening the door, and Lyra marched in fiercely, dropping several books onto the table. “Pack bloodlines. Court alliances. Noble territories,” Lyra listed. “You need to learn who wants you gone.” Carys stared at the books blankly. “That sounds exhausting.”

Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile temper, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid He paced, slow and methodical. “Not all godbloods can wield the magic of their ancestors. Some can't wield any at all. But occasionally… rumors rise.” His eyes glinted. “Of a fourteenth bloodline. A hidden line, descended from the God Killer. Said to wield all thirteen disciplines.” He grinned like the idea made his sick little heart flutter. “What a delight that would be. A student like that…” He licked his lips. “Would make h

Castus hiss,his voice incredibly low. "That was a long time ago,we don't even know if it's real" "I'm a witch"Castus point at himself for Adir to get the point. "You're not doing me any good right now,I don't want to kill them and...What's that?"Adir bend his head,red lens covering them,Cuss escape castus lip,scenting the well concealed blood "Are we in danger?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karen and the others gasp when the Dragon eyes opened,he stretch making the table topple over,his grey skin change color into a bluish white brightening the dagger tattoo on his chest.

It clatters across the stone floor . He grabs my wrists to stop me , and golden lightning explodes again , brighter, hotter, searing . We both cry out. The pain drops us to our knees , foreheads pressed together, gasping . “What is this ?” I sob. “I don’t know,” he groans. “But it’s burning.” “Look,” I breathe. Golden lines crawl up both our left wrists, twisting, glowing, forming perfect matching cuffs that sink into our skin like brands. I try to pull away. Can’t. The marks pulse like heartbeats.

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

Story Name: RED INK Genre: Romance and action Episode 1 (The beast within) The tall, dark and masculine man assessed the newly bought dagger in his hand, feeling the blunt edge with the tip of his index finger, his enigmatic eyes void of all emotions but one, 'Sai will love this. I have to give it to her. No one else's.' With that one thought in mind, he placed the dagger back in its belt, tucked it in his pocket and walked into the just drizzling rain.