Sacred Ink Novels & Stories

Aiden, who was with it, nodded and retrieved it. Morane took the vial and carefully poured a few drops onto the silver dagger. She then asked that they show her their palms. They were already healed from their cut earlier, and so she went ahead and sliced across each of their palms, letting their blood mix with Kira's in a sacred, binding act. Morane's voice was low, commanding the forces of nature to seal the bond as she started yet again another incantation. "sanguine sacro, vinculum verum, tibrus animis ligetur."

“Then why the hell did you dodge the spray the last time I--?” “Sunlight is of nature and the primordial earth. Holy water is a substance of ritual and superstition, the same as your silver stakes and consecrated bullets. Such anointed weapons repel all creatures seen as ‘damned’, even a fallen saint such as myself. If you had a whole baptism font of this stuff, I would most assuredly shrivel away to nothing being plunged into the depths. This little an amount will just burn something fierce however, which is why I entrust it…” He walks up to the headboard and folds the corked bottle right into my palm. “to you.”

She whispers, running a finger over one of my fae ink tattoos. “We add special additives to the ink so that they glow in octarine light, but only fae and other species who can see in that spectrum of light can see them. Witches usually aren’t one of them, but you sparkle like a snow fae of the high court, thanks to your fae ancestor,” I explain, sucking in a breath as her soft hand glides over the sensitive skin on my inner arm as she follows the delicate lines. “They are beautiful and your skin has copper sparkles, can I see more?” she asks, shyly.

Quite extreme, but effective. "Will you be making business with other people?" I nodded. "Then you might make good use of this pen. The ink is created with the blood of the people present, so when you make another deal with somebody else, you will bathe the diamonds with a drop of your blood and with a drop of theirs, as I did!" What an amazing creation. "Got it?"

The oldest man in the group spoke. Dante walked towards the circle. “Kneel!”the old man said and Dante got on his knees, then the old man walked out of the circle, and the man holding the book came forward. The sacred text lay open in front of Dante — an ancient ledger bound in cracked leather. Its pages bore the ink of countless oaths, the names of those who had risen and fallen.. “Repeat after me,” the old man intoned, his voice a low rumble. For the first time, I saw Dante’s hands tremble. He was scared. He placed his hand on the ledger. The silver knife glinted, its blade etched with symbols—the head of a lion, which a dagger pierced through.

I been trying to let all of it go but seems to keep resurfacing back to my mind. Instead of dwelling on it, I did something about it. I cry for a few days then I pick myself up. I decided to make a change in my life, and that when I join the warriors group. The group was call “Dangerous Shield” the group was created a few years back by my father. What we do is help with the pack with have alliance with help with rouge problems. We are well-known to the point that packs in other countries wants to hire us. I’m happy to be part of this group I learn a lot from everyone.

Come to me! I had my group throw incense into the fire that we had burning in the south corner. My group begins to chant as I drink from the chalice of black waters, “Charge our blood, turn as poison, nectar to the wise. Breed within us black serpents, sharp of tooth and merciless of fang. We shall be the unfaceable weapons, fill our bodies with venom.

Aamon's P.O.V I sat at the head of my grand oak table, contemplating just how I should punish Luci for her childish actions. I picked up a crystal glass of fresh Nightingale blood taking a long sniff of its subtle sweet aroma. My mind taking me back to a time where I had the pleasant experience of drinking my wife’s blood for the first time. I glanced towards my granddaughter Emma, her pale face held upwards she was staring at the ceiling in deep thought. I brought my glass to my lips, swirling the Goddess’s gift before taking a deep drink. This ones’ blood was different, it held a spicy aftertaste of magic. Curious.

Even the most brazen of harlots would have turned down such a smell, as alluring as it was. With great care and skill, he drew several symbols along the edge of the chart. The darker element of the blood of dove and cow crafting the dark ink. "...Thou hast swallowed the snake and dost exhausted the moon, thou dost raise the orb of the sun in its season. Chthetho is thy name; I require, O many Lords, give the information I desire." The ink illuminated silver, shimmering like the many stars that dotted the velvet night, becoming stronger until they burned a molten gold in honour of the sun that lit the way, the light of discovery.