Sacred Ink Novels & Stories

I frown, “It’s weird.” “He is a professional, Heaven.” She laughs like I’m being dramatic but seriously, Uncle Jax is even more strict than my stepdad is. His kids—my cousins live a very secretive and controlled life, thanks to the man she wants to ink me. “Jaxy has been inking people since before you were born and he is excellent at it, You’ve been talking about that little back tattoo for months so get it done, you’re practically in front of his shop.” She’s right, I will be in front of his shop. The tattoo parlour I was originally going to is across the street from his, they're professionals too, but like mom said, Inked by Jax is the best in the city.

That means all the pain I was going to endure would be in vain. I suddenly became unsure if I was still willing to go ahead with the ritual. I watched Selene pour the Lunar ink into a bowl. And began mixing it as she began speaking strange words which I guessed were spells. “Don’t be scared. The Lunar ink is made from moonflower extract which is a rare flower that only blooms under a full moon. She would use it to draw a rune on your forehead,” Priestess Tanya explained. For someone who didn't have magic, she sure knew a lot about it. Maybe it was because she was a Priestess.

Watered the windowsill basil like it was a normal Sunday. Then the email came. From an address she didn’t recognize. Subject: “Clarification Needed: Former Church Transactions” Her heart stopped. She clicked on it with trembling fingers, already knowing before the first line appeared. “We are conducting a routine review of financial discrepancies from Restoration Harvest’s building fund, and your name has been referenced on several relevant authorizations…” No signature. No explanation. No contact number. Just enough to make her blood run cold. Eden sank into the kitchen chair, stomach lurching. Her mind raced—how much could they trace? Hadn’t that all been under Dusty’s control?

Brunschiere Forest – Dawn Following the Sanctuary The heavens broke open in shades of molten gold and slate, giving light to stream through Brunschiere's tall oaks like a heavenly vow. Krishna emerged from the incense-stained sanctuary barefoot, her cloak flapping behind her like smoke. The last sigil — the one incised across her spine — still glowed dimly, the smell of charred incense and old magic lingering on her skin. Ignatius trailed behind, crunching quietly through the frosted leaves in boots. He did not speak. He hadn't had to. His eyes had seen her go up in flames once. He would not break her silence now.

As Luna, she should have been up there beside him, but this was the first time she’d come and after tonight she wouldn’t be Luna, so she’d declined. The first couple brought their new daughter up to be blessed, holding her out to Dmitri. He dipped his finger into a bowl of thick red liquid, drawing a symbol on her forehead. Sophie whispered that it was just honey dyed red and not blood, though there were a few drops of his blood in the mixture. Then he picked up a wool cloth out of a bowl of milk and wiped the mark away, while reciting a few words of blessing.

But I let the smirk leave my lips, telling there is more. “And there is the other thing. If you don’t tell us, we will have a dark witch perform the enchantment that will not let your soul rest, no Mystic Kingdom afterlife for you. So complying is really your only choice.” I growl. Tobias looks at me shocked but proud and my sweet mate purrs at me in delight. Talon’s blood loss is increasing but the sentiment of thinking his soul won’t go to the Mystic Kingdom, where all werewolves work for their souls to go, really has him contemplating his life choices. But before he answers there is a private mindlink.

Because of her knowledge auction is for selling rare and valuable things, not women and men who are pure virgins as also mentioned by the host. "Did you enjoy it?" River was slightly taken aback when she heard the cold voice of a man that she thinks is Spencer. 'and she was right!' the man just casually sit next to her. "Troy! Where's my drink?" there was no emotion in his voice. "Here's your drink Spynx," Troy answered seriously while pouring the drink into Spencer's glass. River was overwhelmed with fear and nervousness because of Spencer's presence by her side. She knew that the man was glancing at her so she tried to avoid his gaze.

“Exactly.” We stood in silence until he said, “We have to check the ink. If it’s from her village… that would at least confirm where it came from.” “I thought of that,” I said. “That’s why I called you. I didn’t want to hand it to the alchemists. Not until we were sure.” He nodded and beckoned for me to follow. “Let’s go.” In Damien’s workshop, the scent of metal and melted resin filled the air. He cleared a space, lit a series of lamps, and pulled out his ink analysis tools—powdered minerals, specter stones, and a small relic that mirrored magical composition.

A cup of black coffee sat beside his copy, and to my surprise, a second cup sat beside mine. He looked up when I entered. "You're three minutes early." "So are you." I set my bag down on the nearest chair. "Have you read through it again?" "Twice." He tapped the margin of page four. "I added one line. I want you to check it." I leaned over the table and read the handwritten addition. It was neat and even, not rushed. The sentence said: *Neither party is obligated to perform public affection beyond what is reasonable and mutually agreed upon in advance of any given event.*

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th