Parable Ink Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

“Your outfit. It’s a bit plain, don’t you think?” “Oh,” he looked at his plain white hoodie in comparism to the glamorous outfits everyone around him seemed to have on. “I guess.” “Do you mind getting splattered?” he was replied to with a smile. “With paint. Your hoodie’s white so it’ll be gorgeous.” He looked up to see a couple holding different colours of paint buckets and a light brush. They smiled at him in obvious anticipation of his positive answer. “Yes,” Alex nodded, excitedly, surprising himself. “I’d love to.”

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

"my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?" "Our hidden firework stash in the barn" "Yes," Acre says with a big grin, I can feel the excitement radiating off him, his wolf Forest is jumping around with excitement and Abyss my wolf he's just as excited, he's tipping at me. All of a sudden I feel Acres excitement deflate and Forest is on alert, Acre has frozen staring at the t.v. screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear