Ink Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

With haste, she inquired directly. "Ah, Doctor Johnson. I did not wish to trouble you, but I find myself in need of your help. The young heir of the illustrious Shaw lineage seeks a masterful doctor with the ability to cure Dermatographia Urticaria. His condition surpasses that of mere dermatographism." Mr. Turk divulged. 'He is attempting to rid himself of his ailment, but why? I am aware that he can already make contact with Abigail, as they have engaged in intercourse. Could it be that he is unable to touch his own son? Despite being family?' Kelsa pondered to herself.

and he accepted every bite like it was a sacred honor. Across from us, Koda was wedged between Kat and Jace, firing off questions like a tiny, adorable interrogation machine. “How old are you?” “Do you like dinosaurs?” “Do you run fast?” “Do you know how to whistle?” “Do you like cheese?” “What’s your favorite color?” “Do you have a dog?” “Why don’t you have a dog?” “Do you want a dog?” Gabe answered every single one with the patience of a saint. And then Koda hit him with: “What’s your favorite car?”

The game had been set in motion, and their collaborative efforts would determine the outcome. Unknown to Bruno, a watchful eye would be observing his every move, ready to report back to Mr. Mosi and Mr. Luan, ensuring that their interests remained protected and their alliance held firm. The stage was set for an intricate dance of power, secrets, and alliances in the shadowy underworld they inhabited.

Laila says, conjuring a pen and paper from thin air, “the God of Death and the Goddess of Life won a great victory against their father, the God of Darkness. They wrenched half of the planet away and made it their own Kingdom, the Underworld.” Laila draws a circle on the paper to represent a planet and draws a line clean through it. “This is the Underworld,” she continues, tapping her pen on one of the hemispheres and then gesturing to the wasteland around us to indicate that they’re the same. “But beneath it is the Deadlands.” Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface.

The ink reacted to his touch like moonlight meeting shadow. They knelt together in the center of the chamber. Ayla pressed her palms to the cracked floor. The runes beneath the stone pulsed, then peeled open like eyes. A rush of energy poured through her. She wasn’t standing in the chamber anymore. She stood beneath a silver sky, surrounded by endless water that shimmered with shifting light. The moon hung low—so close she could almost touch it—and across its pale surface was a mark identical to hers. Kian was there beside her, his expression unreadable. “This isn’t a dream,” he murmured. “It’s the Inkstream.”

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

SCOTLAND, THE UNITED KINGDOM ARKANAS CASINO The next morning came as if nothing had happened when the truth was that everything and more had happened. Everything around her felt different, it was like she’d woken up with Lucian’s cologne in her body, it was like his skin still burned against hers, the warmness of that morning brought a special fire with it. Whatever it was, it had to stop. That wasn’t the deal, but who was the first one to give in? She only had one thing in mind, it had to stop, she needed to stop breathing in his cologne, and stop hearing her own sounds that had filled the darkness of that night where she didn’t have control of herself.

| ICE-NINS = students who were rich, good-looking, and had ice-cold hearts; the females were into geisha makeup; in a word, cool but cold CHEERLEADER-NINS = girlfriend pool for the Jock-nins and would sometimes fall in with the Ice-nins but, in general, had more empathy than the Ice-nins OTAKU-NINS = geeks who were obsessed with ukiyo-e trading cards, comics or the study of History, always fangirling on world-famous Slayers FEMI-NINS = kunoichis and a few male Slayers who had seen through the patriarchal society of the Undina Clan and were fighting for equal rights VEG-NINS = a.k.a. the dolphin-huggers; concerned about the melting of the polar ice caps and the presence of trash in the oceans

It was her friend, Susan. “Hey, Susan, what now?” “Tell me you do know about it! Tell me you do know about it!” “What?” “The good news of course! In which world you live?! I can’t believe you haven’t heard the good news!” “Susan, I don’t understand, and if you’re not telling me I-“ “The celebration of the company! Oh, my goodness, I didn’t know it was also done here! We have to think about what we’re wearing that night!”

Now she'd have to pair up with a stupid ass for a fucking project. According to her. "Amanda Andrews and Aaron Walker" A long blonde girl smiled at her partner. "Austin Parker and Ariana Bliss." Hearing her name, Ariana sank into her chair. "God I'm cursed. " She muttered. "And you two are working on the reason for pre-marital sex." "Shit." She cursed out. "Mind your words miss Bliss. The project is to be submitted on Friday." She said and the final bell rang. Ari arranged her stuff and went to meet Austin who was beaming at her.