Sacred Ink Novels & Stories

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.

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"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

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.

I’m still thrilled with it. Sage moves around the room, gathering her things. She loads her gun with ink, then picks up a small purple machine I don’t recognise and sets it beside the tray. I watch as she uncaps a tiny vial and mixes whatever’s inside into one of the ink containers attached to a second gun. Then she snaps on a pair of purple gloves and grins at me. “Ready?” I nod and rest my cheek on my folded arms. “Yep.”

She can't bear seeing Mira at the situation. "How can we hep them?" Serra sounded like pleading. She look at Viktor, his hair scattered on his head and he looked paler than ever. Niko got hold of his legs as he was kicking, while Rena wiped his sweat. "The heavenly fire gives life but also punishes the deserving" Sisi said. Serra suddenly remembered what Maria always told to her about Caro, who can heal any disease and illnesses. It was Ethereal Inkur's innate gift, the touch of life. "If you could summon the divine flame again in your hands, you can save them. Their life is in your hands Inkur".

Father had set up everything I needed, and even provided me with instructions on how to complete the ritual. I lifted the scrap of paper and read the first line at the top. Father’s handwriting was both elegant and neat. Once the ritual has been completed the ink on this paper will fade to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Remember our family moto, Ophelia, and let it guide you. Holding his words close to heart I began working on the ritual. The bowl of grey, murky liquid was actually water blessed beneath the full moon mixed with the ashes of a murderer. Humming under my breath, I began to add the shards of bone and black salt to the mix.

“Because the ink that would be sent to the Scholar-Dome is different from the ink that we use here to write ordinary book.” Irina stepped on the upstairs with face full of questions. Seeing her face, Lucas continued. “Sometimes they need an ink that can only match with the spell they created. Or, the school, or for daily use. The point is the only place that granted the permission to create various kind of ink is here.” “Oh.” The room was filled with many large rolled of papers. In one of the upper walls, there was a thin rectangle shape hole that blew fresh air into the room. A string with no end hang loose with sheets of paper upon it.

I closed my eyes, remembering a scene like this a few hundred years ago. "Sir," I said strongly but my heart, like everyone else's in the coven, was hurting. "Everyone has been wondering when Miss Avangelina's parting will be." A parting was basically a funeral. We inscribe tattoos on them using the ink of the magi council. Ink of the magi council is only used for three things. Coven records, official welcoming into the coven, and partings of the deceased. "Tell the coven that there won't be one." My eyes widened in shock. She was his beloved, his mate, his love. How can he not want her to have a parting.