Inked Sanity Novels & Stories

Grabbing a throw blanket I cover her with it "Can I tell you something" she whispers sitting up and I chuckle crossing my arms "Sure," I say and she lays back down to look at the ceiling "Is it weird that I manifested this? You me and all of this" she says flipping over and sleeping on her stomach. I'm about to answer her but she starts snoring and it's for the best My self-control is forever running thin with Nina. You ever just look at someone and say fuck I want them so bad and it's killing me. I love Nina I do but I have to remember that now that I'm infected with BR12 I can't have her like used to

"Be good. Don't move around. And no kicking the blanket." Orion closed his eyes like a man who had lost all hope of living. After turning off the light, I lay down with my back to him. Pulling out my phone, I opened the customer service chat box with a heavy heart. Me: [Hi. My incubus seems… off.] Customer service: [Hello, if you're having any basic care issues during the raising process, please consult the Incubus Care Manual. Ah… sorry, looks like I forgot to send you the manual last time.]

His voice was no longer layered with the static of the Manifest; it was clear, but tinged with a raw, existential exhaustion. "Mama, the data isn't breaking. it’s... it’s breathing. Without the 14.3-hertz 'Master Clock' from the First Draft, the ink is reacting to the local environment in real-time. If someone is angry in a bank in London, the ledger turns jagged. If a child is born in a clinic in Mumbai, the birth certificate glows." ​I stood on the porch of the Vermont homestead, watching the horizon. The sky wasn't its usual dusk-blue; it was a shimmering, iridescent violet, a reflection of the ionized ink-smoke still venting from the cellar.

I was jolted awake by someone hammering on my door. "Lexi Harmon, who do you think you are? You had your phone off?" Sandra Holt shoved her way in and got right in my face. "Why didn't you go live last night? Do you have any idea how much money you cost us? 500 pre-orders—all refunded! And now the platform is docking our credibility score and downgrading our ranking!" I leaned against the doorframe and yawned. "Aunt Sandra, didn't you say I was useless? If I'm so useless, what does it matter whether I go live or not? You're so capable. You do it."

Because the day I took that oath, the gods above thought it’d be funny to toss the one thing I’d prayed never to find right at my feet. And with every breath I take, every second I have to see him, smell him, I feel myself slipping closer to the edge. Closer to losing the only thing keeping me from turning this whole world upside down. My goddamn sanity. No one can help me. Not Franco. Not Eleanor. No one. This is my cross to bear. Because doing the needful? Claiming what's mine? It would be the beginning of my ruin. And Astria’s too. I took a shuddering breath and pushed the needle into my arm, injecting another dose of silver sulfate straight into my bloodstream.

There was an unbearable pain exploding somewhere behind my ribcage, eating and gnawing at the organ that pumps my blood in ruthless tugs. The fact that I couldn't save her kept scratching at my sanity in harsh tugs, leaving me manic and murderous. The urge to pummel something to the ground, preferably one of the doctors, bubbled and soared viscously through my veins. When I watched Alicia growing lethargic on me, saying how much she loves me as if it was goodbye when I watched those beautiful serene green hues grow dull and eventually got hidden by her lids, when I felt her fucking heartbeat diminishing beneath my fingers, I fucking lost it all. When she fell to the ground, Alicia's body was

Because no matter how high his physical defense climbed, it did nothing against a mental assault. He'd nearly paid dearly for exactly that back at the giant palace, facing the ghost bride. But now... Jake glanced at the system panel, at the gold-lit mod he'd just drawn. [One-Way Transparency] [Effect No.2. Sanity Barrier: This is the mod's core ability. When the host looks directly out through a "One-Way Transparent" surface, they gain rule-tier protection.] [Even staring directly at a Mythic-grade aberrant creature, or gazing upon something beyond description, the host is immune to all negative effects such as "sanity shock," "Sanity loss," or "mental contamination.]

Bring a towel and your courage } I smiled despite myself, typing back. { I'll bring the courage if you bring the sanity } His response came quickly. {no promises, Sunny. Someone has to be the bad influence } I set down my phone and pulled out my medication organizer, counting pills with practiced efficiency. The ritual was so familiar now that I barely thought about it, antibiotics, enzymes, supplements, all designed to keep my faulty body functioning despite itself.

This was the Chamber of the Auditor’s Mercy, the terminal vault where the High Council of the West had stored the First Alpha’s Original Sanity—the man of absolute logic who had traded his prehistoric roar for a seat at the table of the Universe. I stood upon a floor of Pressurized Cyan Glass, a surface that didn't just support my weight but Analyzed my Biological Worth. The air was thin, smelling of High-Octane Ozone, Fresh Ink, and the Cold Scent of a 'Perfect' Management—the smell of a father who had decided that a pack was just a "Portfolio" to be optimized into a machine. My sunset-gold fire was no longer a flare; it had become a Steady, Analytical Pulse, its emerald-crimson edges being

Honestly, with exams, I didn’t have time to think about much else. Dare I say, life was kind of normal if you can consider that I still have delusions of increased sensitivity in my senses? I’ve yet to test my sight and strength. I guess I still hope what happened with Link was just some adrenaline-induced fluke and nothing more. I drum my fingers on my desk for a few seconds before pulling out my phone. Kirk wasn’t coming over yet for a couple of hours. I suppose I can put these ‘super senses’ to the test.