Novel & Cerita The Ink Black Heart

“It is going to be better now that you are here. I heard you did great at university. The Pack is so excited to have you back.” I nodded, even though I was not sure how to feel about it. Of course, I did great at university. I had to. There was no room for weakness at Med School. It was me and my dream against the world. Before I could respond, a hush fell over the small crowd that had gathered. My heart dropped as I turned to see him. Asher Darkheart. The Alpha of the Blood Crescent Pack. The man I had loved for as long as I could remember. The man who had broken my heart.

I ask in surprise as I look down both ends of the hall. Victor’s expression is sombre, not his usual effervescent self. “This came for you,” he says holding out a black envelope with ‘Blackheart’ scrawled on it in beautiful gold calligraphy. I take the envelope from his hand and even though I know what I’ll find, I still turn it over to look at the back, sealed with gold wax with a blood drop symbol embedded in the wax and I suck in a breath. “I’m sorry, Heart,” Victor says, his voice full of regret. I give him a smile, “You have nothing to be sorry for, thank you for bringing this to me,” I say kissing his cheek.

Her cloak whipped, hair soaked, black blood spreading across the floor like a giant petal. Azrael stood before her, smiling faintly. "You are killing yourself, Evelyn Cross. You cannot fight what flows in your veins." Evelyn closed her eyes. In her mind, Lucien appeared — his gaze in the blood-rain night, his warm hands, the promise never spoken. "If fate chose me as the Blood Heart… then let me use this heart to end fate." She drove the dagger into her own chest. Blood gushed like a fountain, pouring into the seal. A red-black explosion rocked the entire city.

Night fell over Blackwater like a sentence of isolation, and inside the workshop garage, the silence was broken only by the sound of metal cooling. Dante Blackwood sat on a workbench, his hands stained with grease and dried blood, staring into the gloom. The golden glow in his irises, which once signaled dominance, now looked like the reflection of a fire he couldn’t extinguish. In the center of his chest, the Alpha’s heart beat with a force that suffocated him; it wasn’t the adrenaline of the hunt, but the excruciating weight of a soul wounded by guilt.

The woman nodded, took two steps forward, and said, “This is a space inside the Dragon Heart, and you can only get here with the jade gold phoenix. Phil, I’ve been waiting for you. I know you have many questions for me, but time is running out. This image can only last for a while, so don't ask anything and just listen to me.” The woman continued, “The Black Dragon Heart is the devil stone that your father brought back from the other shore. The energy it contains exceeds the civilization standard of this world. Your father brought a total of three Dragon Hearts back then, two White Dragon Hearts and one Black Dragon Heart, which is the one you’re seeing now. Your father's white Dragon Heart

“Now you’ll remember what I want.” “My queen,” she whispered. I smiled. “Better.” She obeyed when I told her to bring me the black box from the altar. Inside it lay a shard of obsidian shaped like a fang. I lifted it reverently, pressing it against my heart. It melted into my skin with a hiss. “The heart of a fallen god,” I whispered. Power shuddered through Ember’s body, fierce and endless. Blood dripped from my nose; I licked it away lazily. “Perfection.”

I paused at the door, listening. Nothing. I eased it open and slid inside, shutting it softly behind me. The scent of ink, leather, and arrogance filled the room. And there it was, like the gods themselves were mocking me, the Black Ledger sat openly on his desk. No lock. No guards. No caution. So much for protection. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed it, tucking it beneath my arm, my heart hammering as adrenaline surged through me. The weight of it felt heavier than paper, like truth, blood, and history screaming to be heard.

"That’s not your daughter. That’s the Alpha’s shadow. It’s a scout." The silver girl didn't look at Logan. She looked at me. She reached out a hand, her fingers turning into long, sharp needles of gold. "Give me the Black Heart, Mother. The Great Alpha needs his memory back." The Black Heart. I reached into my pocket. The drive was vibrating so hard it was burning my leg. I pulled it out, the dark light inside it pulsing like a dying star. "I’m not giving you anything!" I yelled. I didn't run away. I ran at her. I didn't have a gun or an axe, but I had the blue energy in my blood. I punched the silver girl right in the chest, my fist glowing with sapphire light.

It wasn't fully him, but him regardless and I felt my heart stop. His eyes, that were once a bright shade of grey, now pulsed with black ink swirling all around. They now looked like the sun on the night of an eclipse, and I couldn't help the shivers that raced down my spine. Not only did hos eyes pulse, but I also didn't miss how his veins seemed to glow with the same black ink that had been eating him up on the inside for a while now. They were the same ones feeding off me too, before he took them upon himself.

The moment Elina was attacked by Levon, Damonq ripped his hand back, taking part of Darkness’ heart with his fist locked around it. The evil screamed, throwing his head back and then forward to crash into Damonq’s forehead. Damonq fell back, hitting the floor of the verandah. Blood poured from wounds in his chest and neck where the master evil creature had ripped at him. In his fist was part of the blackened heart and he kept his fingers closed tightly around the prize.