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"How did you do this? What exactly is that reaction?" I simply smirked, tilting my head back to meet his intense, golden gaze. "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."

" Try to use the same spell I taught you! " Alexey took a breath and held her hand up high to whisper. " Ink! " She made a line of black ink like Theodore's but thicker, she was scared of herself. .......................... To be continued

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.

Just perfect as she thought. “Nice meeting you, sir. You can notify Lora if you have removed that part and we’ll arrange some time for that,” said she. Author's Note: Hello, I hope you enjoyed the story. Trace of Ink is about to end and I would love to hear your insights and critics. Please drop a comment, that would be much appreciated. Thank you :)

I searched the whole cabinet for a sheet and ink but I only found some sheets after much searching. If I needed to get an ink, I would have to go to the alpha’s office to get it so no! I spread the sheet on the table and poke my index finger with my claw as I wrote with my blood. When I was done, I read through the content and folded it neatly, sealing it with my saliva. But how do I deliver it? Alpha Knight is strongly against me sending a letter. What if he takes it from his father or Alpha Kenneth opens it to read?

Bottles that contained with various liquid in different colors neatly arranged in every shelf. “They need the light this bright to determine the exact amount of each potion to make the right ink.” Lucas explained while leading Irina to the stairs in the corner room. “Why would the writers need different kind of ink? Aren’t they make the same book with the same kind of paper?” Asked Irina, her foot stepped on the stairs. The stairs had only six steps. Lucas had reached the upstairs when he heard Irina’s question. “Because the ink that would be sent to the Scholar-Dome is different from the ink that we use here to write ordinary book.”

It was a deep, shimmering indigo, pulsing slightly with the ambient noise of the prison the clink of keys, the hum of the ventilation. ​"It will only record the truth, Julian," I warned. "The Shield-Ink reacts to the sub-frequencies of the human heart. If you lie, the ink will smudge. If you speak from the soul, the letters will hold." ​ ​Julian reached out, his trembling fingers hovering over the paper. He didn't touch it. He began to speak, his voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to resonate with the very stone of the room.

Amidst the bustling of servants and some knights training that I could listen through my office window, I scribbled some notes on a piece of paper, mind wandering far away through the tainted glass pane. Halfway through writing the letter C for rice, my pen stopped letting out ink, so I pulled the third and lowest drawer of my office table and took out a medium size bottle of black ink. Then I dissected the pen and took out the transparent ink tube that was connected to the tip of the pen. “…Oh.” There is still about a quarter of ink in the tube. I tried to write again at the corner of the paper but there is still no ink being let out.

Ian is standing by the pool talking to Anderson with his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his abs so defined I couldn't look away if I wanted. My eyes grow into wider saucers as they zero in on the tattoo on the left side of his chest. I can't make out what's there, but I can see the ink, which shocks me to the core because Ian is allergic to ink, and it would corrupt his blood, making him unable to donate blood Something he has always loved doing. So why did he get Inked? As if feeling my eyes on him, he looks up and holds my gaze. Tears well in my eyes as he halts. I don't even realize they're falling until I taste the salted liquid on my trembling lips, and I hate that I can't tell what he's

) sighs and scratches the back of his neck. "It's my ink. Every member of the Stanzolio filiation ink unique to it's body. The emergence of this mark appears when person and their partner copulates. A partner's demise or betrayal will result in the other partner's ink disappearing. This disappearance is accoumpanied with pain like no other. Mine first emerged when I laid with Christine. She bears one as well. The importance of the family ink is something you can never comprehend. They signify something greater than love," I take in Stan's words and process the absolute fuckery that is going on.