The Ink Black Heart Novels & Stories

In the center of the room stood a pedestal, atop which rested the Heart of Shadows-a pulsating crystal radiating dark energy. But as we stepped closer, the air grew thick with tension. Shadows coalesced around the chamber, forming the figures of Black Faes, their eyes glinting with malice. "You think you can take the Heart of Shadows?" Baddy sneered, stepping forward with a dark grin. "You are too late!" The atmosphere crackled with energy as we prepared for battle, the darkness swirling around us. "We will not let you claim it!" Jason shouted, his voice filled with authority.

CHAPTER 73 Victor's pov The black cardstock was still clutched in my hand. The edges were bending under the sudden crushing weight of my grip. I stood in the center of the foyer. My eyes were burning as I stared down at the black ink. The single sentence felt like a block of ice dropping straight into my stomach. *The past always demands payment.*

Reality Two The blackness broke into a jarring scene: the border between River and Rivermirror. Hound’s chest was gaping open, a hole where his heart should have been. He was dragged across the dirt by Argent, a briefcase clutched tightly in her hands. Blood poured into the empty cavity, seeping into the dirt as pain seared through him. Behind them, shadowy figures closed in, their faces obscured. Who are they? The searing pain intensified, his breathing shallow and desperate. The darkness came again.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

Matthew was interested. “I’m sure you can sense it too. That guy has two auras circulating in his body. One of them is something I am familiar with. It’s what’s called black heart. It’s not an actual heart that pumps blood, rather it’s a spiritual heart. Such a thing can be conjured with complex black magic. But what he has is not something like that.” “Meaning?” “Black magic is already very complex compared to normal magic. To pull off a complex one requires decades of studying and a crap ton of mana. His black heart is artificial.”

As he watched the three arrows flying towards Black Ink, he smirked and said, “If you think he is only this strong then you are a fool.” Black Saga shook his head and continued, “Black Ink isn’t at his strongest when he is in his madness mode, but when he comes out of it. It lasts only 2 minutes, but the Clarity Mode is beyond what anyone can overcome!” *Boom* “This is…” “How is this possible?!” Peter exclaimed in shock. “He isn’t even injured!” Maggie was stunned as well. Black Ink whom everyone had counted out was standing on his feet. His eyes were clear and innocent, like that of a newborn baby, yet they were filled with power and strength. In his right hand he held his trusty spear, and

I ducked as a whip of black ink lashed out, narrowly missing my neck. The main spirit, the woman with the skeletal quills, drifted closer. Her mouth opened, and though no sound came out, her voice echoed directly into my brain—a thousand whispers layered over one another. Traitor. Blood-traitor. You link yourself to the rot. You heal the monster that consumed us. Give us the Heart, or be erased.

*** 02 | T H E B E G I N N I N G OF A N E W L I F E *** The clink of sharp weapons interlocking can be heard from the backyard of the residence of Sir Damien Blackheart. The noble-class vampire in the kingdom of Trinity Kingdom. And the older brother of Michelle Joanne Gibbons. Michelle, the girl who was fast asleep a while ago, has now woken up, slowly changing her position from lying down to sitting, rubbing her eyes while trying to regain her sleeping consciousness.

I admit. I know I am playing stupid since I saw this video when I met with Ghaazi. They told me a bit about this ability, but something tells me that Hamal might know more about it than they did. “It is called the heart of darkness. A vampire with this ability can store their heart outside of their body. Essentially they can’t be killed. They have someone they trust to guard their heart and keep it safe. The last vampire to have this ability went feral after his beloved was killed. A hunters guild went after him, but they couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t die. Finally, the guild that Denali belongs to had to get involved, and they figured it out. They found his heart and destroyed

Her expression seemed calm enough, as though there was a time bomb ready to explode inside her. The Duchess finally sighed and simply said, "This has to be a joke Philip." Her son remained silent, obviously not ready to argue with her. In his stead, Jason stepped in. While the Earl sliced a piece of chevron from his plate, he turned to the older lady and rasped, "It is true in every way my lady." Rebecca kept on fighting control over some deep emotion, most likely anger. Her hands let go of the fork between her fingers while she stared straight at her son, "Philip. What has she blackmailed you with. I don't believe you can do this on your own free will."