Cross X Ink Novels & Stories

she stands beside Conri who is taking a break from his battle, tending the fresh wounds he got. "S-she's a crossbreed... but a different one." "What do you mean?" Risse asks while helping him cleans his wounds. Risse is also a Galen, a healer. "Her scent is different from you a-all...You know I can distinguish a race just based on their scents, and hers is very unique. I..I--" "Did you think she can help you with your revenge?" "Yeah.. she just needs cultivation. I'm planning to help her control her powers if we got married."

He'd never really considered it beyond the vague notion that had led to him giving himself a Mark that would prevent him from being seeded. Ink held up the vial of ink he was working on. It was the right consistency and color. It just needed a little while to sit so that the components had time to fully fuse together. Stoppering the vial and dropping it into the rack on his work table, Ink stood and stretched. Maybe he'd take a walk on deck to clear his head before he got to work on the actual Marking.

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

Xander crossed his arms on top of the open window, his brow raising. “I didn’t know I had to make an appointment to kiss you.” His raspy voice filled my ears, warming my body to the core. My lips stretched into a loving grin to which he returned with a half small one. “Couldn’t start your day without seeing your boo, Mr. Alpha?” Dominic’s mocking tone caught our attention. Xander stood up and slowly made his way toward Dominic, who had his cigarette between his lips still. “No, I’m checking in.” Xander rolled his sleeves up showing off his inked arms, then put his hands inside his black sweatpants pocket and faced him.

But the next moment, my eyes were drawn to his cufflink—a new, custom-made one, the kind that couldn't be bought with money. Thomas preened. "This cufflink? It was a gift from Imogen to make amends for yesterday. She apologized to me last night, though she asked me not to tell you. Still, you deserve to know the truth. The person she loves is me. Why else would she lie to you and buy me expensive gifts?"

She stayed there until morning, she would just sit there until hours would pass but now she found paint under the piled papers. She saw her favorite color, the blood red, and black. She opened it and looked around. Who would know if she paints the walls? The dirty white walls looked too old and rusty. She found a brush and set it up all before starting painting. She dipped half of the brush into the red paint and dipped the other half into the black paint. She brushed the paint into the wall carelessly. She did lines crosswise and created a pattern of red and black. On that mess, she took a thin stick and dipped it into the black paint. Then she started creating outlines of the eyelashes of

Jaxon grinned, putting off his cigarette. "Vaughn isn't trying to find her husband's killers again. Perfect charade to fool black men," Maddox said. "And it worked." Drexton walked to the wall and picked up an ink. He stretched his hand, slicing the air into an X pattern, as he splashed the ink on the wall. The ink met the wall with a loud splash, landing on the ground as the content he wanted to show slowly revealed itself. It was a viper, the mouth wide open as it spat out venom.

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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.