The Ink Black Heart Novels & Stories

Story Name: RED INK Genre: Romance and action Episode 1 (The beast within) The tall, dark and masculine man assessed the newly bought dagger in his hand, feeling the blunt edge with the tip of his index finger, his enigmatic eyes void of all emotions but one, 'Sai will love this. I have to give it to her. No one else's.' With that one thought in mind, he placed the dagger back in its belt, tucked it in his pocket and walked into the just drizzling rain.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

This person's hand struck her chest. She felt the hand grip her heart and how it was torn out from her chest. Her senses are starting to falter as her heart was taken away. The blood splattered everywhere and her heart was still beating while the person in black armor is holding it. Her helpless body is crumbling. Slowly, her vision is turning to black, to an endless vision of black until she can no longer feel anything. The person in the black armor look at the girl who's now dead. The girl's beautiful face is smeared with blood. The heart in his hands stopped beating and it transformed into a diamond shining, busk under the crimson moon, the diamond looks like it was soaked with blood.

“You are the story that should not be.” Kael’s knees trembled. “What are you?” “I am the one who finishes you.” The black thread in Kael’s chest pulsed, in rhythm with the figure’s breath, He clutched his ribs. “No…” “You let me in when you refused to choose.” “You gave me power when you tried to rewrite fate.” “You became my ink.” Kael’s back arched with pain. The gold and white threads tried to counter it, shimmering inside him, But the black was spreading. Twisting around his heart, His spine, His mind.

The heart was alive, fighting back, clinging to its hold on him. "No!" Lucien’s voice rang out, filled with a ferocity that shook me to my core. "You won’t have me anymore!" The ground cracked open beneath us, and there, deep in the darkness, I saw it. The heart. It was black and pulsing, its veins extending like the roots of a tree, feeding on the lost souls trapped within its depths. It was a thing of pure malevolence, a creature of magic and death, a parasite that had slowly consumed Lucien from the inside out.

The black ink of the brand, saturated with Zilo’s ancient vampire essence, didn't just resist the Fae energy; it snarled. The two forces—one born of the sunless depths of the vampire covens, the other of the wild, unbridled starlight of the Fae—clashed within her sternum. It felt like her ribs were being turned into white-hot iron. The black ink began to boil, swirling into a miniature hurricane of dark ichor that fought to contain the sapphire brilliance of the stone. "Let go, Sofia! You’re going to blow us all to hell!" Zack groaned from the floor, his body still twitching from the previous psychic shock.

Finding them wasn't easy but she did at last. She knows it's them because they all have a dragon head tattoo on their arms. And there's only one way to find out. Her charms. "You all are going to pay for what you did to me. I'm not going to spare anyone this time. It's time for my revenge and that's what I'm going to do!." She yelled at no one. She took her phone and called Damien. "Yes Eva." His voice came up almost immediately. "Tell me where did you get this information from?." She asked.

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

"Hey, baby yes it's real. Sorry, I am late you have waited for so long. I love you so much that it hurts. I was scared to tell you.... scared that you will leave me. Scared that you would chuck me out of your life. I like sleeping with you like this after sharing such a passionate night. I am sorry that I took your innocence without you knowing but I am not sorry for loving you all night. I am proud of you that you made it through the night. I love you Ingrid Blackson and I will never let you go." I sealed the promise with a kiss as I watched her teary eyes sparkling with love and joy. I am willing to spend the rest of my life giving her love and happiness just like now just like the time I

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”