Spirit Bound: Chapter 107
It rolled back as the balls began moving again, and blasted another jet of ink. the balls were lost from sight, but nicholas had prepared for another ink-attack and chanted quickly. a flickering wall of fire sprang up from the ground.
Chapter III: By the Horns
Manny found himself speechless as the ink of the tattoo began to shift and twist right in front of him. thin bands of black ink began shooting out of the edges of the red heart, crawling down his arm like a black snakes rocketing towards a single victim.
Halloween 2019: Chapter 3
I turned them into ink, organic matter and gave them purpose, crafted them a new life... one that will last for centuries to come." "i... i guess..." kyy looked up at the tree, chest heaving as he sucked down panicky lungfuls of air.
Joining The Order
The skin grew puffy and bled slowly, mixing with the ink that was coating him as it went.
Corruption of Whitney
Magical ink, black and red, potent enough to show through fur, and the sealing paper to go with it.
Maybe Hell is Not So Bad
He smiles warmly as he sees the seed caused the ink to turn into a cartoonish drawing of baphomet getting fucked by krampus over the desk. krampus blows on it to make the ink cum mixture instantly dry.
In Living Monochrome [Story Trade]
An ebony rope connects his nose and fingers; it's too viscous to be ink, and too liquid to be rubber.
Academ: Book and Curse
The ink on their hands seemed to curl around her back and shoulder causing her to gasp as she felt the magic sparking between them.
Cephalopods, part 2
Her body tensed, her nipples beginning to lightly drip her ink into the water below as she reached her limit.
Twisted Night: Chapter 8
"rune ink." "it involves my claws and a very special ink that axton snatched from the lich." she picked up the smooth glass carefully in her jaws, like a mother carrying her young.
Mango and True Speak - 1
He wrote a word on a piece of paper, confirming that the ink was indeed blue, and then, "this pen is red." not only the pen, but the ink on the paper, became red. that's not quite right... they were always red.
Sinking into Midnight
As the door slammed, the growing pool of ink quivered in the dim moonlight of the open windows.