Fantasy Ink Novels & Stories

The sentences trapping Dante, Marcus, and Raven dissolved into puddles of gray. “No!” Ink-Gabe screamed. He tried to grab the page, but his hands blurred at the edges. He was just ink, and the white page was poison to him. Dante felt the chains on his legs vanish. He raced to June, jumping over the fading words. “June, look at the book!” Dante shouted. The list of names inside was shifting. The red ink turned black. The names gathered together, twisting into a new shape. A giant door appeared, right in the middle of the white page—made from the same dark wood as the book.

“None you’ve laid eyes on. Don’t believe me? Pull down my dress and take a look for yourself. The magic is bound in ink. Took me a long time to complete.” Unclenching my fist, I loosened my hold on her. She fell to the ground, barely catching herself on the wall. As she stood, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and dabbed at her lipstick. The air in my lungs turned stagnant as she slid the strap of her dress off and exposed the left side of her ribcage. A series of interconnecting symbols were inked onto her flesh, but there was something strange about them. The image moved on its own, the ink rippling as if it were a living thing.

“Is it an Alpha thing?” “It’ a Fyrestone thing,” he grunted, “to be honest you shouldn’t be seeing them, you’re not…” unable to stop his eyes flickering with ruby shards when I followed the intricate, maze-like path of his ink. I’d never seen ink so black, it was fascinating. Knowing that teasing along the inked lines made him twitch with desire. It was a powerful sensation. I’ve been starved of that lately. I’ve been a ship tossed on the waves, but now in this bed with Dex, I can take some control

The ink clings to the quill, its viscosity carefully crafted to prevent dispersal in the water. Turning his attention to the kelp paper in front of him, Bryan observes the faint shimmer on its surface. The kelp fibers have been infused with a unique hardening agent, a secret formula known only to the skilled artisans of Tritania. The agent causes the ink to react, triggering a chemical transformation that solidifies the liquid, ensuring that the words he pens will remain intact and readable.

A crack split the golden band, Ink gushed from it, flooding the soil, dark and brilliant and wild, The void shrieked recoiled not in pain, but in confusion, Because the Hollow Crown was never meant to be broken. It was made to contain, And now? It had released, Liora rose, marked, Ashen's story etched along her spine, burning with every breath And from the ink at her feet, A figure rose. Tall, Shifting, Wearing parts of every story she had ever failed to finish, Eyes like Ashen’s, But older, Too old. And it spoke. “I am the ink between your lines.” “And now… I will write you.”

Kian blocked the first, then the second, sparks bursting where silver met rune. Ayla backed against the wall, the glow of her tattoos spreading up her neck, across her collarbone. The world blurred—every sound, every movement warped and distant. The whispers returned. “Remember the ink. Remember the moon.” Her vision flared white. Suddenly, she saw things not with her eyes but through the mark itself—threads of energy weaving through the room, pulsing from Kian, from Lucen, from the runes embedded in the walls. The ink was alive. And it was hers.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Opening the cover I read... You've been lacking strength and control in your past life. Now you are presented with a choice, be daring enough to enter a world where your, entire existence will be questioned or choose to remain in your world and carry on living in a constant cycle of regret. The choice is yours so choose wisely. If you choose to enter our world you will be given a better version of yourself and will be given various opportunities throughout the book to learn from past mistakes and learn how to become stronger, braver, and bolder than you've ever been. Have no fear, for you will not enter this world without gifts, but bear in mind magic comes at a price and if you are found la

I can't help but ask, "Why are you not frightened of me, Mandy?" She rolls her eyes. "Truthfully, it makes no sense that anyone would fear you. Everything about us is magic. Vampire magic. Beastkind magic. Why should yours be something to fear? And you're a bear shifter. You would think that would ease their stupid doubts." I truly love this girl. For one so young, she is incredibly smart. "Thank you." My voice cracks when I say it. "And thank you for bringing your child. She is the first one."

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.