📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #24
Tink: Queen of the Lost Court

The glow from the inkfire chandeliers pulsed like the heartbeat of a forgotten curse as Tinkerhell - I mean, Tinker Belladonna Everwick of the Lost Court, thank you very much - descended from her floating perch in a shimmer of defiance, heels clacking like thunderclaps on the inkstone floor.
She looked like war in stilettos.
“I wasn’t always this fabulous, you know,” she began, brushing a lock of ethereal white-gold hair behind one pointed ear, her wings flickering like stained glass under lightning. “I mean, yes I was - but I wasn’t always this hated.”
Goldi leaned over to Red. “She was totally always this hated.”
“I heard that,” Tink snapped, eyes glowing just a little too green.
“Anyway,” she went on, letting her voice echo theatrically (because of course she had magically enhanced acoustics), “before the legend of Peter Pan was butchered into bedtime stories and pirate cosplay, my story reigned supreme.”
“Wait - are you saying Peter was -” Snow started, eyes narrowing.
“A brat with illusions of grandeur?” Tink shot back. “Yes. A mortal child who got tangled up in fae enchantments and thought he ruled my forest. MY forest.”
Gasps. Kevin gurgled.
“Back then, it wasn’t ‘Neverland,’” Tink said, sweeping her hand through the air, leaving a trail of glitter and spite. “It was Thornmere. A wild, untamed realm of ancient magic, shifting trees, and fae courts that played politics with poisoned poems. And I was heir to the Lost Court. The court that disappeared from memory because we let it.”
Red raised an eyebrow. “That’s... disturbingly badass.”
“I know,” Tink said, smug.
“But how’d you end up with Peter?” Rapunzel asked, tilting her head.
Tink smirked. “He wandered in. Cursed forest rules: if you enter uninvited, you’re fair game. I thought he was a spy. Turned out he was just... stupid. But he was entertaining. And manipulatable.”
“That's a real word now, is it?” Rumple whispered.
“Shut it, green-stripe.”
“I wear them better than you ever did.” Rumple snapped back.
Tink ignored him. “Peter wanted to fly. I gave him just enough pixie dust to think he could. Mortals with too much magic are... unstable. Hence, flying boys who never age and think they're gods of mischief.”
Loki popped his head in from the archives. “Oi, don’t drag me into this.”
“Different kind of chaos, sweetheart,” Tink called over her shoulder. “Yours comes with smirks. Peter’s came with tantrums.”
She flicked her fingers and conjured a glowing orb. Inside it shimmered a vision: a twisted, magical tree crowned with silver thorns and eerie moonlight.
“That,” Tink said, voice dropping into something more dangerous, “is the Thornthrone. The seat of my power. Before Peter. Before I was reduced to a punchline in mortal tales.”
Red sat up straighter. “So… you were a fae queen?”
Tink gave her a toothy grin. “I still am.”
“Then why the infernal attitude?” Snow muttered.
“Because someone - ” Tink shot a laser-glare at Goldi “ - keeps writing me as the mean girl.”
“Because you are!” Goldi clapped back, arms crossed like a golden stormcloud of truth. “You bullied Wendy for centuries!”
“She deserved it!”
“She was fourteen!” Snow yelled.
“She touched my crown!”
“Accidentally!” said Goldi.
“It’s sacred!” screamed Tinkabella.
The room exploded in yelling. Kevin screeched from his ink tub. The chandelier flickered. Loki quietly stole someone’s cinnamon bun.
And through it all, Tink just stood there, backlit by fae fire, her crown of thorns now glimmering back into existence, piece by piece.
“I was never the villain,” she said, voice icy calm. “I was just the only one with power and a plan.”
Snow muttered, “Tell that to the tree you hexed into your ex.”
“He deserved it.”
“Who was your ex, anyway?” Red asked, leaning forward, always nosy.
Tink’s eyes went sly. “Now that... is for another chapter.”
World of 4EverMore | Bloodthorn Publishing | Short Stories
🩸✨ A Bloodthorn Publishing™ Original
From the twistedly magical minds of the Immortal Quill™ Storytellers, welcome to the World of 4EverMore™ - where fractured fairytales wear combat boots, myths misbehave, tea spills itself, and chaos is couture. ☕️
Featuring your immortally iconic favorites:
• Goldilocks (paranoid and perfect)
• CindaSpy™ (that’s Cinderella with a security clearance)
• Red (badass in boots)
• Snow (soft goth apple queen)
• Dorothy (click it and rip it)
• Beauty (rose-stem sharp)
• Wendy (shadow-slick rebel)
• Alice – Queen of Ink & Lore™ herself
• Loki (divine trickster snack, taken 😘)
• Ivy (Rumple’s sister, lethal in Louboutins)
• and Rumplestiltskin (unhinged, unmatched, unstoppable)
✨ Guest appearances may include sentient teacups, tragic ballgowns, questionable prophecy scrolls, and one flirty, possibly dangerous Elven stranger...
🪄 Storytime just got a whole lot more immortal.
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