Cast Black Ink Crew Novels & Stories

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

A shadow appeared across the floor. I held my breath.The man reached toward the top of the crate.His fingers curled over the edge.I closed my eyes.Please.Please don't.The crate moved.ThenA voice rang through the warehouse.“She's not here.”The man's hand disappeared.Another voice answered from across the room.“Then where is she?”I opened my eyes.A third man stepped into view.Unlike the others, he wasn't wearing his vest openly.His black jacket was buttoned to the throat.But the Iron Skull patch was visible on his sleeve.He looked around slowly.“She's got the ledger.”My heart beat stopped for a moment.The ledger.

He cursed. Behind him came two big guys, taller than him with two inches. They were cladded in a black leather jacket, black beanies and black boots. In their hands, they were each holding an AR-15 with leather gloves on their hands. They each had a headlamp around their heads. They both looked around in confusion, raising their guns up to survey the premises. "Boss?" The one with a balbo beard, nicknamed Deathrow, asked with confusion on his face. He feared that he was followed. "What's up?"

I said. "Truth is a luxury, Kaima," Smith said, his voice turning cold. "And the Aethel-Group is out of the luxury business. We are in the 'Survival Business.' The Earth outside this Preserve is a scorched rock. This is all that's left. Now, be a good girl and hand over that bottle. It’s corporate property." --- ### The Weight of the Ink I looked at the bottle. The "Unlimited Ink" wasn't liquid. It was a swirling vortex of every color I had ever seen—and some I hadn't. It felt heavy, like it held the weight of a billion possible stories.

Making myself comfortable in the chair, "This may sound strange but I was told that I could trust you, I have no memory of who I am, or who my parents are. I can't recall anything about me or the life I lived before today. All I ask from you is to provide me with a safe place to stay for a few nights. Medical attention, clothing, food, and water. I do apologize for burdening you all this on such short notice but I'm desperate. I have nothing but the clothes on my back and I can't guarantee that you will be repaid for your kindness right now but within due time you will be rewarded." Throughout my entire speech, Dante hadn't said a word. As if analyzing everything I said, he didn't break eye

to warn my brothers. “Ink!!” I shouted as I ran through the doors, dragging Bella behind me. “Ink! Where is he?” I shouted to a brother sat at the bar. The club was packed, most of my brother’s where there. He pointed to his office. I ran in without knocking. “There’s going to be an attack tonight on the clubhouse, we need to get everyone out!” I shouted as soon as I ran in. “Woah… slow the fuck down. What the fuck are you talking about?” Ink stood from his chair, concern flashing through his eyes. “Bella, show him the email baby.” Bella got her phone out and passed it to Ink. Drop the charges. We know about your boyfriend. You have until 9pm to drop them, or the club pays ~M. “M? Who the f

I was about to be in a room with three men. My hands shook as they walked in the living room. David entered first, then a taller, muscled man behind him. He had short dark hair, almost as short as a buzzcut, with these beautiful bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and just his cut, no t-shirt on underneath, showing off the array of tattoos he had across his chest and down both arms. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, “I’m Creek. I’m Ink’s VP.” David must have told them not to come close to me because Creek didn’t try to shake my hand, I felt a bit rude, but I was grateful for David for telling them.

Chapter 20 Ryan/Buzz I left the police station a few minutes later carrying my belongings, minus my cell and laptop. I stood on the sidewalk deciding which direction to take, when a motorcycle pulled up beside me. A guy got off the back and stood in front of me. He was older, probably around mid 40’s, he had long greying hair tied at the back of his neck. He had a black leather vest without anything underneath. The vest said ‘Ink’ and then ‘Club President’ under it, as he turned back to grab something out of the seat, I could see the back. It had a skull emblem with a crown on the skulls head, and it read ‘Titan King’s MC’ I was watching this guy ‘Ink’ as he turned around again, this time he

Of course you did. *I can't explain everything here. But you need to know: you are not who you think you are. Neither am I.* *What's in this town — what these people are — it's real, and it's old, and it has something to do with us. With our blood.* *I'm not dead. I don't think. But I'm not free either.* *Find Blackwood. Not to trust him — to read him. He knows what you are. Watch his face when he looks at you and you'll understand.*

He smeared the ink onto the snow at the center of the circle. he muttered, a habit from his days in the Shroud, but his voice broke. "Fenris! Give her the 'Life-Link'!" Fenris stepped forward. Without hesitation, the massive wolf bit into his own forearm. He didn't growl. He simply let his Alpha-blood drip onto the black ink in the snow. One by one, the Pack followed. Sarah, Caleb, even the smallest pup. They gave their blood to the earth, mixing it with the Vespera-ink.