Al K. Line

Guess what? I got married! One dark magic enforcer and his hot vampire wife are swapping the madness of this hidden life for a week's honeymoon in Paris....

The phone rang, and like a fool I answered. Mistake number one. Then I agreed to do a job for the Hidden Council. Definitely mistake two. Now I've lost count of my bad choices, and of the bodies....

I watched in horror as dark magic sprang from my hand faster than an imp after your socks. I didn't know my name, let alone that I had such power....

The zombie venom entered my bloodstream, the Council HQ was ready to blow, and I was tapped out of magic....

I'd been gone for a year, incarcerated in a hidden prison. The verdict was guilty; the punishment, death. Invoking the Law, I've got my freedom until my sentence is carried out....

I'm almost out of time, certainly out of luck, but I have responsibilities and I will fight until the bitter end. Problem being, the end is looking decidedly nasty....

A hundred years I've waited for this, my chance for revenge. To confront and kill the person who murdered my parents and caused such unbearable heartache....

I'd had less than a week to recover from an incident that left me half-dead. My body was battered and bruised in ways I can't even begin to describe....

This was supposed to be simple. Make a nice dinner for the Chemist, a ghoul with a penchant for stand-up and utterly obsessed with all things alchemical, and fulfill my promise....

Take one wizard - that's me - add a hot female vampire, give them a nice place in the country and what do you get? Paradise. So, of course, someone decided to go spoil it....

It was time for a vacation from the magical mayhem. Camping, that's what we all agreed on. Nothing fancy, just a chance to relax. Nothing could go wrong, not when our party consisted of wizards, shifters, vampires, and necromancers....

They had peace, isolation, and safety. For the family of three, the years of blissful isolation were taking their toll on young Aiden....

Strapped to a gurney, Edsel watched in horror as they started to tattoo him bright red from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. No piece of skin would be left unmarked....

There was love. And finally there was peace. But he was forgetting one important thing. There is no escaping The Ink....