Parable Ink Novels & Stories

"It is a basic botanical reduction reaction, Alpha Blackwood. The sap of this specific leaf remains entirely neutral against cured, historic ink that has sat and dried for days. However, it violently reacts with active, unevaporated moisture. The fact that this text just turned a vivid purple proves a definitive, irrefutable chemical truth... this specific ink was brewed, handled, and written within the last twenty-four hours." With a sharp, dismissive flick of my wrist, I dropped the purple-stained ledger right at Elara’s trembling feet. The heavy leather hit the floor with a dull, final thud. "No... no, that's a trick! She's using witchcraft!" Elara shrieked. She scrambled frantically back

I assured her. I puckered my lips, pointing to my cup, but when she did not move, I realized she was waiting for my instruction. She only moved when I said French press and prepared my coffee on the beverage cart. Except for Wilma and Dante, all of them seemed afraid of Red Carlington. If only I could prove to them that Red is a kind-hearted person, a delectable being, which I think they knew already, and had a soft spot for every member of his home, but it would probably take time. My head turned to Ariana when she called me. “Aya, did you just do that to your hair?”

I immediately took a plain sheet of paper, a feather and a small bottle of ink. I looked at the ink and noticed it was colourless. What sort of ink could this be? Most ink colours are always blue or black, but this one was colourless. "This is an invincible type of ink. Once used on a sheet, you can't see what you have written unless you dip it into a bowl of water, and then the texts will become visible." Kim explained, and I understood immediately. Such an intelligent wolf. Wow! It would be of great help to me.

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

"This is the only way I will trust you." It took me a couple minutes on our walk back to the house to explain the importance of a pinky swear. It seals a promise...He just couldn't get it. By the end of it, he understood, and we had a mutual agreement about how he was not to infiltrate my mind unless I stated otherwise. "I like autumn. It is a mild season," Jasper muses, as we near the end of our walk. We were arguing about our favourite season-mine being Spring, because of how everything blossoms.

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.

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

He snatched the brick red and the mulberry swatches, holding them up, side-by-side. Knox squinted at them, tilting them back and forth under the fluorescent office lights as if they were fine art in a gallery. "Harper, ye're a pure genius. Honestly. A chameleon o' colour!" he slammed the swatches down onto the desk with a triumphant grin. "Brick red and mulberry. It's no' just a colour—it's an experience. It's that split second when the light shifts, an' ye cannae quite tell if ye're lookin' at warmth or shadow." “And you can place it beside the peace summer colour as a contrast,” Harper said picking up the peach swatch. His parrot green eyes widened. He grabbed the peach swatch from her han

Focus, Ri. Legion Vega is sitting beside me, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. He’s Arkyn’s youngest, the one who doesn’t carry the baggage of Legacy’s reputation. He looks to be about eighteen or nineteen; tall and lanky. He has long blond hair, a stark contrast to Legacy’s black hair, and when I first saw him, the color of his eyes surprised me. One is the red of his Lycan, the other is purple. “His hybrid status is still in question,” Arkyn had said. “We’ve met his Lycan and tailed beast, but that doesn’t explain the purple eye.”

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”