Fantasy Ink Novels & Stories

She whispers, running a finger over one of my fae ink tattoos. “We add special additives to the ink so that they glow in octarine light, but only fae and other species who can see in that spectrum of light can see them. Witches usually aren’t one of them, but you sparkle like a snow fae of the high court, thanks to your fae ancestor,” I explain, sucking in a breath as her soft hand glides over the sensitive skin on my inner arm as she follows the delicate lines. “They are beautiful and your skin has copper sparkles, can I see more?” she asks, shyly.

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

The ink was dark, permanent, and simple. "We are no longer the code or the beast; we are the breath between the notes."

The sky stayed indigo so the stars remained faint, rather than twinkling against an ink-black sky. It would have been even more fairy-tale perfection if a block of tension hadn’t fallen between the both of them. She had wanted him to kiss her….loved it in fact. It had raced through her, blanking her to everything except the primal flex of his shoulders and neck, his raw, masculine scent and the lingering taste of alcohol on his tongue. Her butt still felt the imprint of his hand. The intimacy of kissing him refused to be ten as she set delicate morsels of duck soaked in orange liqueur into her mouth and chased them with a shred of clove-spiced beet and a sip of a full- bodied red wine..

Chapter 154 Summoning Gone Wrong. Lila’s POV My hands shook as I finished drawing the last line of the summoning circle on my old apartment floor. Candlelight flickered across the creaking wooden boards, casting long shadows that seemed to look like they breathe on their own. The air smelled like sage, blood from the small cut on my finger, and my own sweat. I was just an amateur witch. A curious girl who spent too many nights reading forbidden texts online. Tonight I wanted to summon something small. A minor spirit.

I frown, “It’s weird.” “He is a professional, Heaven.” She laughs like I’m being dramatic but seriously, Uncle Jax is even more strict than my stepdad is. His kids—my cousins live a very secretive and controlled life, thanks to the man she wants to ink me. “Jaxy has been inking people since before you were born and he is excellent at it, You’ve been talking about that little back tattoo for months so get it done, you’re practically in front of his shop.” She’s right, I will be in front of his shop. The tattoo parlour I was originally going to is across the street from his, they're professionals too, but like mom said, Inked by Jax is the best in the city.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

I pointed out. “That makes sense why he has it but…that would be all the way from Japan!” Raphael voiced. “Japan?”. I aske every confused at this point as much as I wanted to know more I just couldn't comprehend how extensive all of these was. “Yes that ink is only made in Japan, in one specific region of Japan!” Raphael explained … I t stared to make Sen why the word unpopular and I k was coming to mind a lot… It is an unpopular ink. There's no ways our sunder if fork Japan from but anything could be possible at this point seeing that there an ink that can fade in a hours or a day…

I seriously nodded my head when I got the full context. Kaya pala, ang ginagamit nilang ink bilang pansulat ng spell ay kanila mismong kaluluwa or spirit and the book is made out of mana, a combination of mana and spirituality. That’s why they don’t need chanting or anything, and it’s more powerful dahil it touches the realm of nature and divinity. So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands.

Either way, it looks awesome! Nadia blushes and ducks her head. "Thanks. I never thought I'd have a mark like this. But it is really beautiful," she says admiring her mark. It shimmers in the light of the sun. It's really amazing. I wonder if I'll ever have something similar... Or if I'll end up on my own... It doesn't matter right now. Nadia has a lightning bolt running down the length of her arm the color of Knox's eyes. Way better than any ink job I've seen. I've considered the last couple years getting some ink done myself, but I haven't found anything I've wanted yet.