Fantasy Ink Novels & Stories

The old handwriting continued across the page. Then I noticed the newer writing.Black ink.Sharper.Cleaner.Written between the original lines.My chest tightened.Those notes weren't ancient.They had been added much later."When were these written?""We don't know.""You said the ledger was ancient.""It is.""Then someone came back and wrote in it.""Exactly."I looked closer.

“Sometimes this can make you feel a bit queasy as the magic takes effect. Just stay lying down and I’ll talk you through everything if that happens.” “Okay.” This ink is different. It feels warm somehow, and in its wake there’s a tingling sensation that spreads over my skin. The more of the magic ink she pushes into me, the more that feeling builds. It is like cold gel sliding across my body from the inside out. Not exactly unpleasant. Just strange. As she works on the runes, a wave of nausea starts to creep in, low and slow. Nothing I can’t handle. “I’m feeling slightly nauseous now,” I tell her.

I seriously nodded my head when I got the full context. By the way, the ink they use to write the spell is their own soul 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 because it touches the realm of nature and divinity. So silent caster don't need to chant because some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It's really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands.

Of course, the ancient would have a hidden horror book in his personal damn throne in his personal damn vault! It was clear that the writing wasn’t normal ink and it had to be some kind of tattoo. I studied the first page, which seemed to be some kind of drawing of a tree. The ink had faded in some places, but I could still make out the tree. The next page was a very bad drawing of what seemed to be a witch and I could only imagine the circular image to be a cauldron of sorts! That was it! This was what we had been looking for all this time! I quickly paged to the next page. It was covered in symbols I had never seen before which I could only guess was the spell … Could this be the unlinking

"These are all magickal inks, ones I mixed and spelled myself. I am a very talented Marker. When I someday find my Innehavre, I am going to be one of the best in the world. But for now, I am happy with the work I do. A big part of that work is helping Priest find and protect no-furs like you. Unbonded and abused, abandoned and scared. This process is not pleasant, but in the end, you are safe and given to a caretaker Hare who will ensure your happiness and well-being for the rest of your life." "Hares do that?" The no-fur noticed Ink kept talking about the Innehavre he didn't have yet. "Do you and Priest, who are both toms, do it because you are sad for us not having bonds? You save small go

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

We will find out the story of how Ink met Tina, and how he became the president of The Titan Kings MC. Thank you all for your love and support in this book. I hope you enjoy it, please comment to tell me what you think. RL Dickinson xx

, he said with a smirk on his face. "Okay", I said. I love this me when the alcohol kicks in. He stares down at me, with this look in his eyes. "What happens after this? I don't know, I don't... I don't want things to get awkward between us again". "It won't", I mumbled and then started kissing him again. I pushed him to the bed and got on top of him, I slowly took off his shirt and took my time to admire his tattoos. "You got new ink", I stated obviously.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 � ��𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

The ink formed a large circle around her feet, like a living shadow. Then, with a soft whisper of breath, Fefe lifted her hand. The ink shot up like snakes. It twisted and turned in the air, forming shapes of different sizes, sharp swords, wings, a pair of clawed arms that hovered protectively in front of her. With another gesture, the ink hardened and slammed into the ground like a hammer, cracking the stone. Then she turned her back, and the ink slithered across her spine, turning into two long whips that she snapped forward with a loud crack.