Parable Ink Novels & Stories

Alpha victor’s POV The parchment was heavy in my hands, sealed with crimson wax stamped with the crest of the royal Blood Moon pack. When I broke it open and read the words inside, my chest tightened with a weight I had long expected yet dreaded all the same. The Royal Blood Moon Pack requests the honor of your presence at the mating ceremony of Prince Blake and Amara… Amara. I let out a slow breath, folding the letter carefully before setting it down upon my desk. My thoughts churned. I had known this day was coming—the day the kingdom would bind itself to the girl of three lines. But knowing it and standing witness to it were two very different burdens.

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.”

said the Royal Heart-Haired Inkling. The White and Blue accented-Haired Inkling smiled “Amicitia, we watching your move bud I hope you can stop your usurper Corona, the Arcana Legion is watching you old friend” he said.

Passing the maid the art bag she is holding, she headed straight to her room without checking on her grandmother, she would do that later but for reading the letter is more important. The maid set up everything for her in the bathtub and helped her into it. She then passed Alice a cup of her favorite mock tail and the letter which was sealed by the royal stamp. Alice squealed inwardly as she tears off the royal seal. Now this what she is talking about when she said her happiness lie with the man behinds those letters.

Because whatever canvases are made of, his and mine had the same paint. Our juices.

The blue paint on the card had dried unevenly. That was the detail Leah could not stop noticing. It had not been brushed neatly across the white cardstock. It had been dragged, almost carelessly, leaving a darker ridge at one edge and a thinner, scraped place at the other, as if whoever made the mark had pressed too hard and then lost patience. The color was not bright. It was deep, muted, close to the shade beneath the white paint in the photograph of the door.

I said. I uncorked the bottle. --- ### The Ink-Tide The sound was like a thunderclap that didn't end. A fountain of black, violet, and gold ink erupted from the bottle, shooting high into the perfect blue sky. Where the ink touched the blue, the sky began to **Stain**. The "Ideal Version" of the sun turned into a real, blinding star. The clouds stopped being white puffs and became heavy, grey masses filled with the smell of ozone.

Jon snorted in amusement. That little conversation on colors paved the way to small chatter. Mostly on the superior color. "Purple is better. You can see purple." Jon pointed out, firm on his stance. "Elaine would agree." Wild gave a wolfish grin. "I can hardly see purple. It's more blue than purple." He retorted to Jon. "But you still see it, that's the point." Wild's tail thumped against the dashboard and the door as he fully faced his "opponent". "Blue still overshadows purple. Therefore, blue is still superior." Jon smiled back. "Fine, what about shades. Can you see shades?" Wild nodded immediately. "Black, white, grey, the whole shady spectrum." Jon raised a brow. "Really? Great! Black

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.