Inking

The cold air cut through the night as she stood frozen, watching the blade pierce his chest. His blood spilled like dark ink, staining the ground beneath them. He coughed, droplets of crimson splattering on his lips, but his gaze never wavered from hers. His eyes, filled with love, pain, and acceptance, were harder to bear than the sight of his blood. “Why are you doing this? Was my love not enough?” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. The agony in his voice twisted something deep inside her. The woman in front of him held the blade with a steady hand. Her face was calm, her expression unreadable. “Your biggest mistake was meeting me.” Her voice was soft, almost a caress, but the words sliced through him like the blade in her hand. “Now, you have to pay the price.”

A marriage contract lasting three years, a marriage in name only, as if they were strangers. To provide for her child, she went out to work in a large corporation, only to find her boss was actually her contract husband... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I chose the company because the salary was high enough." The man flipped through the resume in his hand and asked casually, “Why did you take a year off from university when you were 19?” “I, when I was a freshman... something happened in my family.” “Is that so? Then why do you have a scar on your lower abdomen?” “I had appendectomy...” His gaze was inscrutable. ...... After a three-year marriage, she signed the divorce agreement with a heavy heart. She turned and walked away with dignity and poise, like a splash of light ink. But why did this man keep pursuing her?

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

In a world brimming with shadowy secrets, bizarre creatures, and an endless buffet of adventure, a curious bunny kid named Eleo dreams of one thing: becoming the strongest. Of course, that’s easier said than done when you’re armed with nothing but a head full of optimism and… ink? Yeah, that’s right—Eleo’s got some weird, inky tricks up his sleeve, and he’s not afraid to get his paws dirty. But this isn’t just a simple quest for power. Along the way, Eleo stumbles into a whirlwind of quirky allies, towering foes, and mysteries bigger than his floppy ears. A fiery skeleton gentleman? A loyal yet terrifying warrior? A cocky kid with a chip on his shoulder? Oh, and enemies that could devour the world? Just another Tuesday. With every misstep and misfire, Eleo’s journey proves that being strong isn’t just about muscle—though it helps when you’re up against a monsters who could flick you into next week. It’s about heart, guts, and maybe a little luck… or a lot. So buckle up for a wild ride filled with unexpected twists, unexplainable powers, and enough ink to paint the town black. You’ll laugh, you’ll cheer, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll wonder if you’d stand a chance against a bunny who’s out to prove he’s tougher than the rest. Spoiler: You wouldn’t.

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

- Revamping, expect release 2026

The world shattered the day fiction bled into reality. Jin Ha-rin, an unassuming college student, finds himself trapped in Survival 101, the webnovel he devoured obsessively. Death games ravage a broken world, overseen by unseen forces and cryptic rules, with survival demanding wit, strength, and sacrifice. Armed with knowledge of the story, Ha-rin believes he holds an advantage—until his first death changes everything. Each trial reveals cracks in the story’s fabric, a haunting loop of betrayal, erasure, and suffering. As whispers of narrators and lost worlds echo through forgotten trials, Ha-rin must question his role in the tale. Is he a player, a pawn, or something far worse? The end approaches, but the ink never dries—only the screams remain. This is the fable of The Lone King Who Remembers.

I never meant for anyone to see my diary. But somehow, Rei stumbled upon it—my secret world of feelings and wishes, all scribbled down in ink. It’s supposed to be my private space, my dreams that I can never say out loud. But now… she knows everything. And the worst part? She’s teasing me about it! One moment, I’m blushing like an idiot, and the next, I’m wondering if there’s a chance that maybe—just maybe—she feels the same way. Can I handle it? Can I let her into this world I’ve kept hidden? Ugh, this girl is literally driving me crazy!

In a world lies three realms. With each realm being different and unique from one another. The first realm being the underworld, the second realm being the overworld, and the last realm being the celestial realm. The three realms have never had any contact with one another from when their history started. They've lived oblivious with the fact that there were two other realms in the world. But what would happen if one day there was a way to travel between the realms. Would this invite peaceful alliance or would it invite chaotic conflict between the three? I'm Abyssal_ Ink and this is a story that I will be writing for you all to read. Please enjoy and if there are any input or critics you would like to point out, do not hesitate to do so. Disclaimer: I’m no expert nor pro in writing, mistakes will happen, and English is not my first language. I accept input, advice, and people pointing out my mistakes. I will listen to what you have to say and try my best to learn from your input, unless they're weird. Writing is not a job for me, it’s a hobby and probably a way to earn a little amount of pocket money. I know this won’t become popular nor do I have any faith for it to blow up since this is my first time writing an original story. If you do not like the story then don’t stay, I won’t ask you to stay nor will I force you, not that I can do that anyways. Just enjoy and hate it if you want, like it if you want. Just whatever. A story is a story. It’s from my imagination, not for your liking, ok maybe that was too harsh, but you get the jest of it. For updates again this is not a job, it's a hobby and for pocket money at best, so I will probably update every week or every two weeks or at most a month, it won’t be consistent since I’ll be more focused on my studies, it’s not like I’ll live out of writing. Now sit down or lay down or stand up, ah whatever I just hope you enjoy this humble story I will deliver.

Yuki Nakamura, a 24-year-old aspiring novelist, dreams of sharing his stories with the world. When he stumbles upon a mysterious website called StoryForge, he uploads his debut novel and is quickly contacted by an enigmatic editor, Kairo Sol, who claims his work has extraordinary potential. But as Yuki writes, strange events begin to blur the line between fiction and reality. Kairo reveals himself as an ancient god, using Yuki’s creativity to rewrite existence and destroy the world for a reset. With reality unraveling and the fate of humanity in his hands, Yuki must confront the power of his imagination and find the courage to resist a god's will before his words bring everything to an end.

A world in which each and every move is written down and planed beforehand. But it won’t influence anyone if no one knows, right? Because the writer doesn’t take favorites, right? Shin and Silfa are about to find out through the pages of what is written and will be written.

I Dreamed of Cultivation... and Got Homework Instead! “Ah, reincarnation into a xianxia world! Time to wield swords, shoot qi bullets, and become the overlord of the heavens!” At least, that’s what Lin Mao thought would happen. Instead, he woke up in a scholar’s robe, surrounded by ink-stained fingers and people debating... philosophy. “This isn’t the path to immortality! This is the path to finals!” Now Lin Mao has to navigate his life in the prestigious Sky Moon Sect, where flying on swords is nothing but a dream. The only thing flying is debates and enlightenment that comes from philosophy, not martial arts. Instead of fighting demonic beasts, he's fighting grumpy senior brothers, mysterious sect elders, and his master that has a.......long beard. “Who needs qi cultivation when you have the ‘Path of Society’? What does that even mean?! And why does everyone here hate jokes?!” Filled with nothing but Earth’s most degenerate novels, his unhinged personality, and his special ability to accidentally piss people off, Lin Mao is determined to shake up the scholar world. He might not be a cultivator, but who says he can’t make being a scholar legendary? “This isn’t the dream I signed up for, but whatever. If they are going to make me study, I’ll do it my way!” **** This novel will be story-focused, blending humor, character development, and world-building. However, it will also include R18 elements with detailed smut for those who enjoy a little spice in their story. You’ve been warned!

The words that make readers cry—what they did to the writer. They tore at the soul, clawed their way through the heart, and demanded to be bled onto the page. This story is born not of ink but of wounds, of the fractures between black and white, snow and fire, love and hatred. In these pages, contradiction reigns. A love so fierce it ignites wars within, a hatred so tender it whispers of longing. The voices are many, yet they share one heart—a battleground where passion and betrayal, beauty and cruelty, fight for dominance. Here, the fragile walls of a mind crumble as it struggles to reconcile with the angel who became the war, with the devil who promised salvation. It’s a story of falling, of building, of breaking, and of daring to love even when it destroys. Turn the page and enter the chaos, if you dare.

The first anniversary of Alexander Rhea’s death should have brought closure, but for investigative reporter Ava Harris, it only deepens the nightmare. A year ago, she thought she had left behind the haunting, manipulative tycoon and bestselling author—but when she picks up his diary on the anniversary of his death, she’s faced with a chilling discovery: a new entry, written in fresh ink. “To be continued.” The words send a jolt of terror through Ava, for she knows one undeniable truth: Alexander Rhea has been dead for a year. Or so she thought. As the memory of their disturbing interview resurfaces, Ava realizes she’s been tangled in a web of lies, power, and dark obsession. Three years ago, she entered Rhea’s mansion to conduct an exclusive interview, expecting the usual. Instead, she was thrust into a twisted psychological game that pushed her to the edge of sanity. Now, as she revisits the haunting moments of that encounter, Ava uncovers a series of chilling murders—each marked by a cryptic whisper of “Goodnight.” The closer Ava gets to the truth, the more she feels the unshakable presence of Rhea looming over her. Is he truly gone, or is he manipulating her from beyond the grave? As her investigation unravels, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur, and Ava is forced to confront a terrifying question: What if Alexander Rhea never really died?

In the heart of a relentless Russian winter, truth is a fragile flame. Viktor, a reclusive writer burdened by failure and haunted by the voices of his past, retreats to a desolate cabin in a snowbound village. Armed with little more than ink, paper, and a candle—an heirloom of his late mother—he vows to compose a masterpiece that unravels the marrow of human existence. But as the blizzards rage outside, his blank pages echo the haunting void within. Salvation—or perhaps confrontation—arrives in the form of Anna, a widowed woodcutter with hands calloused by labor and eyes sharpened by survival. Her pragmatism clashes with Viktor’s obsession, igniting an uneasy exchange: she leaves wood at his door each morning, and he leaves pages of his manuscript in return—pages she burns unread. As the storm grows fiercer and shadows creep closer, Viktor’s work swells with ambition, but his certainty crumbles. The cabin becomes a crucible where fire and ice, truth and futility, creation and destruction battle for dominance. With his manuscript soaked in melted snow and his spirit stretched thin, Viktor must confront a harrowing question: is the act of creation enough to stave off the weight of despair? Lyrical, haunting, and deeply introspective, The Weight of Shadows is a meditation on the fragility of art, the resilience of the human spirit, and the fleeting warmth of connection amidst the cold.

Psyche was on the verge of desperation for a world with a new atmosphere, but at what cost? He finds himself flying to the face of reality, ending his sorrow. Waking up, He finds himself in a new world. Were swords and magic exist and running of power? Is this the reality he wanted? A new beginning? In a world where magic and swords exist, power runs. One must stay In-between to bring balance. TW: Suicide and Violence A little note: Hi, my pen name is Ink. First, I am a big fan of manga and a lot of anime, I just recently got into writing and reading. Why I decided to write? Answering this is quite simple. Escape. Also, note that every chapter will be long, but exclude the first one.

A century and a half after estranged elf Ilrune Elrieth ran away from the Elven Kingdom, missing person notices start popping up everywhere, looking for a teal-eyed, youthful individual. Using the knowledge accumulated from several years of wandering, Ilrune goes undetected by the officials' prying eyes. Still, it is only a matter of time until his past catches up to him with the addition of unsavoury surprises. After all, misery loves company.

The legend of the warrior and the emperor Zhao --- In the hallowed halls of the Academy of Wisdom, where the ancient teachings of Confucius and Laozi are whispered on the winds and the scent of ink lingers in the air, Master Li stood before the eager students. His voice was soft yet commanding, as he began to weave a tale-a legend passed down through the generations of the Imperial family. "Long, long ago," Master Li began, his eyes distant as if recalling a time forgotten by all but the stars themselves, "there was an Emperor whose wisdom was as vast as the skies, and whose reign brought prosperity to the Empire. His name was Zhao, and he was the first of his line to rule the land with the strength of both the heavens and the earth." The students listened intently, their minds open to the ancient story unfolding before them. "Emperor Zhao was not just a ruler, but a man of great virtue and insight," Master Li continued. "He understood that a wise ruler must not only lead with strength but also seek the counsel of those whose hearts were pure. It was said that no problem, no matter how great, could be solved by force alone. And so, Emperor Zhao sought not only the most skilled generals but also the most brilliant minds to guide him." The room grew quiet as Master Li paused, his gaze sweeping over the students. A murmur ran through the students, for they had never heard of this warrior. "Emperor Zhao, recognizing the warrior's great potential, took him into his court not just as a soldier but as a counselor, a trusted friend. Remember, my students, that in every great ruler, there is always a companion who remains in the shadows, their strength and wisdom shaping the future. Like Vikram, who stood beside Emperor Zhao, many warriors and scholars are the silent forces that keep the wheel of history turning." _________ 22/01/2025 A very beautiful love story between two beautiful souls.

In a vast multiverse comprising billions of small worlds, millions of medium worlds, hundreds of thousands of great worlds, seven godly worlds, and one mother world that governs all, 001 was born in one of the smallest cultivation worlds. He carries an unparalleled bloodline—the blood of the Great Devouring Sky God and the Great Emperor Ink Giant. However, this unique destiny comes with a curse: each time a new bearer of this bloodline is born, the previous ones perish. Thus, 001’s parents died the moment he was born. 001 is a mysterious and reserved individual who hides his face behind a purple bunny mask. He has striking purple hair, one purple eye, and one gray eye. Though he appears cold and rarely speaks, he possesses a kind heart but avoids revealing his emotions. He inherited a unique system that grants him the ability to devour anything dead or inanimate, converting it into points to purchase items and skills from the system shop. With the help of the system, 001 begins his journey from the bottom, cultivating his power while navigating a dangerous world filled with schemes and enemies. At the age of eight, he receives a beginner’s pack that grants him a mysterious egg, which hatches into a small angel who considers 001 his elder brother. Together, they embark on a path to reshape their destinies. Throughout his journey, 001 faces formidable foes, discovers ancient secrets, and creates ten godly monsters, with the strongest being the Gate Keeper—a ten-winged angel wielding a sword forged from a giant star. As he ascends the cultivation realms, from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Nascent Soul Realm and beyond, he learns to control his powers, creates his own abilities, and unlocks the true potential of his bloodline. Will 001 uncover the truth behind his existence and the system’s purpose? Can he rise above the challenges of the multiverse and leave his mark on the mother world? The journey of 001 is one of mystery, power, and self-discovery in a world where only the strong survive.

Fencing can be a lot of things. It can be a sport that you’re good at, a scholarship, the key to get you into a mysterious college in the Pacific Northwest with centuries of tradition behind. It can be a link to a romanticized past, one that exists only in inked pages and the minds of children turning sticks into weapons of legend. Or, when you step into shadowed halls crowded with people who don’t belong, when you meet those that should no longer walk the earth, when you find yourself mired in fantasy and myth… It can be the key to survive. And, sometimes, to romance.

[Official Statement on Missing Content] Due to previous technical issues, certain content of this book was unfortunately missing. We are pleased to announce that the content has now been restored. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused and invite readers to continue enjoying the novel. ----------------------------- A single beam of light could annihilate the world, a single blade of grass could sever the stars. Shen Qing transmigrated to a magnificent universe where immortals and mortals coexisted, becoming a lowly hunter. With the help of the Water Ink Panel, Shen Qing could endure the refinement of Qi-Blood and cultivate a hundred techniques. A technique, after a thousand hammerings, could border on art, and an art, after a hundred refinings, could border on Dao. From the common Bow Technique of rural hunting, to the Sky-Patrolling Sun Shooting Bow Technique; From the Nine Skills, which nourished and trained Qi and Blood, to the undying Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique; From the outward release of strength in Wind Defying Finger, to the Qi that suppressed mountains and rivers with the Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal; From enduring the refinement of Qi-Blood, he embarked on a difficult path of seeking Dao; to commanding the skies, with the divine might as if overseeing a prison, having mastered the balance of the six realms. It was only when Shen Qing looked back that he realized he had unwittingly become the supreme ruler above ten thousand Daos, an unparalleled True Monarch!

Han Ye crossed into the world of a fantasy cultivation epoch, transmigrating into a tenant farmer in Langlang Village. Believing he was doomed to live his life in toil and hardship, he accidentally awakened a destiny called "Accumulated Attributes Released at Once". "Accumulated Attributes Released at Once": Not unlike how constant dripping wears away a stone, or how hard frost forms at three feet not overnight, it allows one to accumulate the attributes of others. Remaining quiet until the moment you choose to release it, one can then shock everyone with their power. In Langlang Village, he worked alongside farmers, and secretly listened to lectures in private schools. "Strength of an Ox +1" "Slightly Versed in Literature and Ink +1" In the Sect's Grand Competition, disciples compete and are selected through observation. "Fire Spiritual Root +1" "Sword Heart Clarity +1" With such assistance, hope ignited within Han Ye. He steadily developed, diligently accumulated attributes and improved his strength to allow himself to transform, growing stronger in silence. That year, the gears of fate began to turn. No one expected that the tranquil world of immortal cultivators, which had remained peaceful for ten thousand years, would begin to descend into chaos! As the Heavens collapsed, the great powers emerged; immortals descended, sparking a war between the righteous and the demonic. No one could have imagined that a humble tenant farmer from those years past could rise to become Han the Respected One, feared by the world.

Sethius Von Nevermore. A name I know all too well. Calling him a demon spawn, a bastard, or a vile criminal would do him injustice. People inside the story may say he's the pure incarnation of death, wrapped in the pristine clothes of nobility. A prince born in the very thing he embodies, whose first breath became his mother's last. Second-born to the throne but first in infamy. A villain whose existence makes ink turn crimson with dread. And now? Now, as I stare into this accursed mirror, all I see is his face, those hollow crimson eyes, in which my soul seems to be trapped for eternity. Oh dear heavens, how hearty must he be laughing because I... I have transmigrated into the body of the worst villain in the novel I used to read. But, even then this poor, pathetic, little me will do what my sorry excuse of predecessor couldn’t accomplish even in his wildest dreams. Killing the story protagonist. ///////////////////////////// Just wanna say a few things: 1) The plan is for it to be free so no pay to read bs and even if I change my mind in the future I guarantee at least 100 chapters( if I get that far) 2)Even if it may suck at the start plese read at least maybe 5-10 chapters before dropping it. 3) the first chapter will between 500-1000 words until I get the hang of how to write cuz like alot of people here, english is not my first language. 4) I use AI to help me write this cuz I suck so if this doesn't sit well with you fell free to skip.( ´-｀) 5)Enjoy reading ( ´∀｀ )b

[ Also Available on Royal Road ] After a painful breakup, a 28-year-old literature teacher is unexpectedly transported to a mystical medieval world with his loyal college assistant. In a land where words have the power to shape reality, their literary knowledge becomes their greatest advantage. As they explore this strange new realm, they uncover a dangerous secret: the godlike creator has lost control, and now the characters are alive—and free to make their own choices. ______________________________________ What to expect: 1. Narrative Driven, the story may be a litrpg but the focus is less from the stat blocks and more to the characters and plot. Although, the stats are still very much significant.  2. Conflicts are real, this means that the main characters don't just get better and move on from past traumas right away. Improvement is gradual. If you don't like waiting, or feeling pain before having the strength to overcome it, this might not be for you (sorry, I've decided to take it to the unconventional direction) 3. There is a potential slow burn romance subplot and potential love interests depending on plot progression and audience interaction. But, I'd like to make it clear that this is not a harem. 4. A whole lot of literary allusions, if you enjoy popular and classic literature, you're in for a ride! 5. Explores the struggles of a modern day teacher in depth. This story is a quest for redemption,  6. The main characters are human, this means that they aren't the typical Mary Sue or Gary Stew kinda characters. Capable of making good decisions as much as they're capable of making mistakes. ______________________________________ Sidenote: It isn't excessively violent, in fact, it's the opposite. Just wanted to put the warning since some chapter has mild descriptions of violence. Erring on the side of caution would be best. ______________________________________ This journey is a quest for redemption, a confrontation of past regrets and the reimagination life and love in a world as fluid as ink on a page. 

"Wild Desires, Tempting Him to Lose Control" is out with a new story, babies, show some love! It wasn't until her death in her previous life that Lin Anning realized she was the fake heiress, the antagonist in the 'Genuine and Fake Rich Girl Era' literature. Her birth mother was a shrew, her brothers were delinquents, and she herself was sickly. They were a vile family, courting disaster at every turn. In paving the way for the true, kind, and beautiful heroine, they ended up with the entire family wiped out. Given a second chance at life, Anning stepped aside proactively, everyone returning to their own homes, finding their own mothers. By accident, the whole family rose to success. Her birth mother became a major breeder, her eldest brother's restaurant chain spread nationwide, and her second brother's real estate business flourished. The family declared that Lin Anning didn't need to make money for the family, she just needed to be beautiful and, with her medicinal store space, promote traditional Chinese medicine and culture. The fierce big shot grabbed her hand and placed it on his abs, "Marry me, and you can touch as much as you want." Anning's fingertips grew hot, watching the herbs in the pharmacy shoot up in value excited her. "All eighteen abs for me to touch?" The big shot gritted his teeth, "Eight is plenty, eighteen, that's a damn centipede..."

Third person POV Chapter 1: Moonlight and Shadows Diana Black's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She was drenched in sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs. It was just a dream, she told herself, trying to calm her racing thoughts. But the memory of the dream lingered, refusing to be shaken. In the dream, she was running, her feet pounding the earth as she desperately tried to escape. A figure loomed behind her, its presence dark and menacing. Diana's mind replayed the images, her senses still reeling from the fear that had gripped her. Who was the person chasing her? And why did she feel like she was being pulled toward them, despite the terror that filled her heart? As she sat up in bed, her eyes scanning the darkened room, Diana couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a product of her imagination. It felt like a warning, a message from her subconscious that something was coming, something that would change her life forever. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to gaze out at the night. The moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and casting long shadows across the streets. Diana felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the moonlit landscape. She loved the night, loved the way the shadows seemed to come alive in the darkness. But tonight, the shadows seemed to hold a sinister presence, as if they were watching her, waiting for her to make a move. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. As she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, Diana felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She spun around, but there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the only sound the creaking of the old building. Diana's heart was racing as she turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper on the floor, with a message scrawled in red ink: "They're coming for you." Diana's blood ran cold as she stared at the message, her mind reeling with questions. Who was coming for her? And why?

By day, Shirozaki Tenma is an ordinary high school student—quiet, friendly, and unremarkable in the eyes of his classmates. But by night, he becomes something entirely different: a talented, self-taught tattoo artist, working in secret. With his striking white hair and blue eyes, Tenma already draws attention in school, but no one knows the true nature of his skill or the risks he’s taking. Without official papers, his craft is illegal, and the shadows of his secret life grow darker with every tattoo he creates. As Tenma juggles his friendships, the pressure to keep his art hidden, and his dreams of one day going public, he finds himself at a crossroads. What happens when the things he’s hiding begin to surface? How far will he go to protect the one thing that truly defines him? Ink Under the Moonlight is a story about passion, secrets, and the fine line between following your heart and facing the consequences.

Hikari Aoyama, once hailed as a prodigy of the silver screen, dazzled audiences with her undeniable talent and luminous charm. She was the child actress destined for a future adorned with accolades and applause. Yet, as the years slipped by, the gleaming arc of her stardom faltered. Opportunities that once flooded her doorstep dwindled into a deafening void. Contracts, once etched in ink with promises of grandeur, vanished like smoke on the wind. Fans who once chanted her name with fervor now whispered about the next rising star, leaving Hikari a fading constellation in a sky teeming with new luminaries.