Alex From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

I knew he swore his loyalty to my brother Bernard, but then I didn't know he would trap himself in his wolf form so we would not get any information from him. “What do we do to him, Alpha Marcus? He's not ready to speak,” Damien muttered; I could see his frustration. Damian had always longed to take his revenge on Williams for a very long time now, but seeing that Williams had strapped himself in his wolf form, was making him lose his mind.

Alexia wondered what she was speaking of, her master was sick, she could only remember little details about her. "You look confuse." Clementa said, staring at the slave, whose expression showed that of confusion. "Who is my master?" Alexia asked, hoping her question never sounded foolish, she knew one thing for sure, she had lost a part of her memory and before she could remember these missing parts of her, it would take alot of time. "Now I get you, you do not remember anything about you, is that so. Hmmmm" Clementa said, she wondered what physical abuse the king's whore had mated upon the girl to the extent she could not remember her memory.

“I have to admit, when I heard about you fucking a demon, I expected a smarter woman. You know, someone who can actually deal with the pressure of being in the presence of a dark one like that. You can imagine how surprised I was when I first heard that you were here in the basement.” “How the fuck?” I asked, turning to look at my parents who avoided my eyes. His eyes hardening as he glared at me. His eyes were void of emotion, and he said nothing for a few seconds as he studied my expression. “Don’t worry, I was just as surprised when I found out about you.” He said, looking at Annalise for a few seconds before turning his attention back to me. “Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at

“You know I love you, Alex.” Tears sprang to my eyes at the feelings those words brought to me, so I closed my eyes and waited for the nightmare Master to regain control and force me to kill this man. Instead, he gave me complete control over myself. “It seems I'm going to have to make another adjustment to your memory, but for now, enjoy the trial. Maybe you'll actually make it out this time.” The Nightmare Master stated, his voice echoing all around me.

This isn’t like the others. This isn’t a puppet. This isn’t a fragment. This is him. The shadow master. Whole. Present. Real. “You destroyed my work,” he says. His voice is smooth. Controlled. But underneath? Rage. Raw. Burning. Alexis crosses her arms. “You sent it to me.” A pause. “What did you expect?” His gaze shifts to me. Sharp. Piercing. Uncomfortable. “And you,” he says. “You’ve been… inconvenient.”

He imitated me, keeping one leg folded on the couch. “So… how do you know Zivah?” I blurted out, unable to take the suspense anymore. Alex cleared his throat. “I met her nine months back.” He started. That was when she was she had almost finished her Psychology course. “I was her client.” I almost choked on the long tasty noodles. This was definitely not what I was expecting. “Client?” He nodded. “I was going through a bad phase in my life and my friend recommended this site from which you could discreetly hire learning psychology students who would hear you out and guide you.”

Alexander walked to the side of the bed, his fingers ghosting over the controls of the various devices attached to the Alpha’s body. "Now, I am going to start one of these three vibrators inside you. You choose: the butt plug vibrator, the urethral vibrator, or the nipple clamp vibrator. I will call them one by one, you jingle your ass and choose one. I will only say it once, so choose wisely." Sean’s heart hammered against his ribs. He waited, his muscles coiled, ready to signal for the butt plug, the least invasive of the three evils. He expected Alexander to follow the rules he just laid out, but the Master of the World was a master of manipulation.

A bed in the center, with iron railings over it's head, there were cuffs on the iron rack, chains on the bed, a pen knife and something sat at the edge of the bed. What's that restraint and a pipe, stuck out like someone's cock? Dear goddess, what's this place? I swallowed and felt my face flushed hard as I stepped closer to see a shelf of vibrators, dildos, ropes and…no! Elowen get out of here now. I breathed out and turned to leave only to hear a voice behind me. “Do you think that will fit you?” I let out a horrified scream because the moment I turned I was staring at nothing but a stark naked alpha dripping wet from his head toe like he just left the bathroom. What the hell am I doing on

"Emma Lawson. I was wondering when you'd call." "Who are you?" "A friend. An ally. Someone who understands what you're going through. My name is Alex. I'm enhanced. Like you. Subject 23 from Torres's program. I escaped five years ago. Been helping others ever since." "What do you want from me?" "Nothing. I'm offering help. Information. A network of people who can support you. Protect you. Train you." "Train me for what?" "For what comes next. Torres is dead. But his work continues. Other researchers. Other facilities. They're still out there. Still experimenting. Still creating enhanced humans. Someone needs to stop them."

His dark eyes staring intensely at me, like he is observing me very carefully just like am to him. "Alexa" He bends down to my height, slowly brushes the edge of my right cheek with his calloused index finger which causes my skin to crawl in discomfort. "You see that clock over there? Can you hear the ticking?" He bites his bottom lip and I watch as he drags his tomb across the wetness of them "that clock is a physical embodiment of time, that every tick, every little sound brings us closer to the end of a new dawn." He squats down to my height and my eyes follow suit, not taking my gaze off him for even just a second. "You see Alexa, time is very fragile and unstable, every little curve, ev