Fantasy Ink Novels & Stories

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 could use myself as bait. I grab a pen and paper and start making a list of the people I need to bring over from Europe. Most of them are part of the resistance. Witches and mages, all of whom have a vendetta against Millicent. Two of them are fantastic at making potions and cures.

This time, she used ink splashing techniques, creating bold, dynamic patterns that danced across the paper. When the ink had dried halfway, she dipped her brush in vibrant blue paint and wrote two words that made my heart skip: "Florian Nightshade."

The First Revision Mina didn't use a pen. she used her blood. She bit her lip and pressed a golden drop against the blurred stone of the well. "The water of Oakhaven is Irreplaceable!" she commanded. The gold light hit the smudge. The well didn't just become solid; it turned into a fountain of liquid ink that sprayed upward, coating the grey houses. Wherever the ink touched, the color returned. The "Rough Sketches" of the villagers gained faces, clothes, and voices.

I can feel my fingers itching to write the next installment. “Can I get some paper?” Maddie smiles and takes up some parchment from a drawer. "Perhaps he’s given up?" Maddie gives me the paper. It’s decorated with little bears. A special order I made- I’m sure Nicoli will love it. "I wouldn't have to hide if he did." I open the ink jar. “Oh?” I stop. “It won’t open?” “Yeah?” Maddie leans over to see. “Some ink’s dried in the cap. Here, let me open that.” Maddie offers, ready to take it.

He only needs to be that. I close my eyes and don't think about the painful rope burns on my wrists or how damp my garments still are. Every touch is Jack, whether it be in the water, rolling, or drifting wildflowers. As I enjoy the final traces of the full moon, I gave in to this peculiar yearning despite knowing nothing about him other than his name and the color of his eyes. I eventually went to sleep. The world I wake up in is not my home, even if I was born here.

But then… Chloe’s face flashed in her mind. Her ex-fiancé’s smug expression. The whispers. The humiliation. Sarah gritted her teeth. No. Walking away wasn’t an option. She wasn’t going to let them win. Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the pen. She glanced up at Elliott, who was watching her with his piercing eyes. He said nothing, merely waiting. Sarah swallowed hard. And then, with one final deep breath, she signed her name. With a stroke of a pen, Sarah Montgomery became Mrs.Sarah Remington.

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.