Cast Black Ink Crew Novels & Stories

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

She felt her hand stick to the wood. “Dante—help me!” Dante wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled with everything he had. Marcus and Raven joined in. Together, they formed a chain. The black wave crashed down, smothering them in darkness. June couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. Ink filled her mouth, but she refused to let go of the handle. She turned it. The door creaked open with a shuddering roar. And then—the ink vanished. The white page was gone.

one of them says. I study him for a second, and I know he’s Mitch from the Black Howlers pack. They’re small and not that good at anything in particular. Farmers mostly. It nearly seems like Dex is the only male that doesn’t have their pack’s crest inked on their chest and suddenly I respect him a lot more for it.

“I’m coming!” “Can’t say I have.” I told them as I didn’t move. Something moved in the back of his eyes. Anger? “Let me properly introduce myself to you, Miss Kristen. My name is Darin Knight of the Midnight River Pack. This is my future beta, (Steven nodded) and gamma, (Cash nodded).” Holy shit was right. They don’t play nice with others. Everything in me told me to run away. “I assume you want a tattoo?” I skipped the pleasantries.

Plenty of other supernaturals gladly offered up their blood too, craving the high—and the sex. My nose picked up the scent of wolves in one corner. I nudged Kaelen, and we ventured in that direction. Three of them sat in a booth, eyeing the crowd. I spotted the mostly filled-in black moon tattoo on their necks, identifying them as members of Eclipse. When they saw us, their hands darted under the table for their weapons. I slid into one side of the semi-circular booth while Kaelen blocked off the other side by rigidly leaning against the top of the backrest. His steely gaze locked on them as he flashed his gun.

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

I scan the list of teams until I find mine: Alpha: Lincoln Grey (Shadow Pack) Beta: Zahra Larkin (Blood Moon Pack) Gamma: Clint Harrison (Eclipse Pack) Delta: Neil Reed (Night Howlers Pack) I grin. That’s a formidable line-up. I do not recall much about Neil or Clint, but they hail from strong packs, so I have high hopes. Satisfied, I follow Tobias back toward the castle, my pulse still running a bit wild from that wink.

“Seven. And you run interference if the cartel starts flexing on our border runs. They’ve been eyeballing our coke lanes.” I tap the helmet against my thigh, thinking. Davina’s voice still echoes in my skull, Leather Lurker, please, but business is business. “Seven it is. Cartel shows teeth, we bite back. Hard. But if your boys start slinging on our turf without a nod, we burn the bridge. No warnings.” King nods slow. “Done. Ink it.” Queenie slides off the table, pulls a switchblade from her boot, and carves a quick CK + FG into the wood. “Sealed in blood and oak,” she says, licking a drop off the blade. “Now, who’s buying the first round?”

His face was carved with something dark and menacing. The same tattoos were inked on the rest of his crew members like they were part of a death squad. The word ‘OUTLAWS’ was written on the back of their jackets. A gold medallion swung from Max’s neck. He had a cool swagger. It was nothing like the mysterious, dangerous air that Aston possessed. The two boys stood facing each other. The air was suddenly charged with tenseness. Giselle cast a worried look back and forth from her brother to Max.

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.