Torpedo Ink Series In Order Novels & Stories

I said. I uncorked the bottle. --- ### The Ink-Tide The sound was like a thunderclap that didn't end. A fountain of black, violet, and gold ink erupted from the bottle, shooting high into the perfect blue sky. Where the ink touched the blue, the sky began to **Stain**. The "Ideal Version" of the sun turned into a real, blinding star. The clouds stopped being white puffs and became heavy, grey masses filled with the smell of ozone.

A collection of ink bottles, filled with vibrant pigments derived from coral and sea flora, awaits Bryan's selection. Bryan settles into his chair, the soft glow of bioluminescent algae casting an ethereal light in the chamber. He reaches for the jar of squid ink, its deep black color swirling within, and notices the addition of a special thickening agent. As he dips his quill pen into the inkwell, he feels the gel-like consistency as it coats the delicate fin-like feathers. The ink clings to the quill, its viscosity carefully crafted to prevent dispersal in the water.

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

He tapped another section of the page. The snake was the palest blue with darker markings on its body. The snake right beside that one, looked like it was trying to intercept the line. The second snake was a dark indigo, almost black. Faint silver etchings covered its body. "Okay," I said. "What does that signify?" "When looked at with more than human eyes, you will notice that the line is not actually unsteady. But rather, a weaving of reds, oranges, yellows, and the thinnest black line. The line has been braided."

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

RED INK EP 28: Disposition • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ~~~~ Fred's point of view~~~ His motorcycle was a tough zandor 880 with over 1000cc and could travel sixty miles per hour. He chose this cruiser because it was light weight and was very practical. The lamps in front of it were dim because he made it so. His eyes needed to do the seeing and any light could put his target on watch.

Placing my head in my hands I closed my eyes and listened to the ducks quack, I hear the screeching of impatient drivers pass by. I said, "ego te accipere donum." ------- [Chapter quote: " all the clouds in me are raining"- r.h. Sin]

​I pulled out my spiral notebook, my graphite pencil flying across the paper with a violent, jagged speed: ​Wrap the paper in the canvas tarps. The graphite grease has high thermal retention; if the drone switches to infrared, the wet ink will look like a cluster of hot engines. ​Julian read the note, his eyes widening. "You're right. Fresh petroleum ink glows like a lightbulb on a thermal lens." He immediately turned to Yusuf, who was already hauling a heavy, oil-soaked tarp down from the locomotive frame. Together, they smothered the fresh bundles of The First Signal, tucking the edges beneath the iron plating of the hand-car to mask the chemical heat.

Pulling himself up one of the many ladders, Ink was very nearly knocked back down by the surge of power rolling across the deck. It wasn't one he was familiar with. Definitely not Priest's nor any of their Hares. It was... dark. Ink could feel his fur standing on end as he made another attempt to get up onto the deck. Whatever that was, he wanted nothing to do with it. He needed to find Priest and, based on the state of the ships, get the fuck out of here. All-out war had broken out while he was below. Demons and Hares were fighting everywhere.