Sinners Ink Novels & Stories

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.

“the walls are thin. We can’t...” “Shh.” His hand covered my mouth gently, eyes gleaming with that same dark hunger. “They’re both out cold. No one’s waking up.” He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, his voice came out as a low rumble that sent shivers straight down my spine. “I told you earlier I’d use lube next time. I keep my promises.” He reached into his waistband and pulled out a small, sleek bottle. The faint scent of something clean and slightly sweet—strawberry?—hit me as he clicked it open.

"I need to order one hundred custom seals. Engraved with 'Blackmoon Pack's Slut.'" "And I'll need your special enchanted ink. The kind that carries the permanent stench of shame and exile. And I need it immediately."

Barely perceptible in the morning light. "The old ink formula is iron salts and oak gall. When it dries, it leaves a brownish residue under the fingernails. It cannot be washed away. Marcus wrote the Code with this ink for two hundred years. His fingers are forever stained brown." He raised his eyes. His silver-grey pupils held a faint, pale glimmer. "That is your next lesson. His habits. His flaws. Every detail may one day become your blade." Cain said nothing. His hand moved from his sword hilt. He reached over and took the cold coffee from Luna's hand.

And instead of going to town on the writing, I instead do it all over the papers writing on most of them, GO FUCK YOURSELF ROT IN HELL BASTARDS SEE YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE YOU LIFE-RUINING CUNTS And once I’ve spoke my mind through every piece of paper, I begin sticking each piece of paper in every spot that Maddox will be able to see if he comes barging in, looking for me when I’m not here. Muahahaha. They can suck my big fat dick! With that finally being done and sticking one paper right up on the bed where we did things only I can regret as of this moment, I pick up the pen again and start pouring every last piece of my heart into these sacred notes.

I nodded. I was glad Rider had gone away for the night. I never wanted him to see this side of me, the side that scared Tilly. Ink led the way, another guy joined us, he introduced himself as Creek, and another guy behind him, Snake. I clenched my fists, preparing for the battle, and tensed my jaw. The door to the basement swung open and the overwhelming stench of piss wafted out. I gagged, “We made sure to keep them in the same conditions as they kept our women.” Ink told me.

The neon sign for Iron & Ink flickered in the rain-slicked window, casting a jagged crimson glow over the sidewalk. It was nearly midnight, and the shop should have been closed, but I was still inside, wiping down my station and savoring the quiet. I heard the bell chime-a sharp, sudden sound-and looked up to see Maya standing there.

Slate boards with handwritten prohibition drink names like Sidecar, Mint Julep, Tom Collins, Gin Rickey, Bees Knees, Whiskey Sour, and Champagne hang on the back wall, surrounded by exposed light bulbs and spirit bottles. “Garret liked your idea of staff members posing as cops and raiding the bar,” Calvin admits. “When we activate the raid alarm,” he points to a button behind the bar, “the bartenders will close these rolling barn doors and pull the velvet curtains closed in front of them. This will completely hide the ‘illegal alcohol.’” He makes air quotes. “Oh, what fun!” I coo, clapping. “I can’t wait for this place to open. This is so cool. It’s more than I imagined.”

Seeing a cheerful Vlad this way made me mad at Draven but I know that won't last as I was already worried of him. “Please Vlad…stay calm. Do what you want but don't be like this.. I don't like it..” I begged him, staring at his back since he won't face me. The black ink of tattoo on his back was strange, it glistened red and I didn't like it. It was as if the moon above was burning him through the tattoo and I really wished to erased it off. I stood up but his words of struggles made me stopped instantly. “Just leave please, I might hurt you. Please go!” His voice tighted so hard and and a roar escaped from his lips, followed by a bright lightening from the sky that shook my entire bones.

A hand covers my eyes from behind, blocking my vision. “An angel like you shouldn't watch such debauchery, although you seem to like it.” He whispers and licks my ears, making me blush in shame. “If you want to experience it, I will arrange it for you. But not these kinds of people. They need to be screened and ensure they're healthy. However, I don't think you will have the time for that. My cock is enough to keep you high forever, Amore mio. Let's go back, enough adventure for today. You need to go home now. We don't want mom to know you have been a bad girl today, do we?” He whispers, making shame wash over me.