Charli Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Chandler’s voice sounded over the other end of the line as he asked, “Young Master Wade, I wonder how things are going on your end? Have you caught Falco Xanthos yet?” Charlie smiled indifferently and said, “I’m thankful that you’re worried and concerned about this matter. I’ve not found Falco Xanthos yet, and I’m currently looking for a breakthrough from someone else.” As soon as Chandler heard this, he could not help but ask, “Young Master Wade, the someone else that you are talking about should be Carvalho Mason, right?” “Yes.” Charlie said, “It’s him.” At this time, Carvalho instantly had a shocked and horrified expression on his face.

he said in a quiet voice that was almost a whisper. “Are you experienced in cars?” Ivote asked. Charlie stopped for a second before answering. “Y-yes” he stuttered. “Destroy the brakes of his most used car” Ivote said on the other line before hanging up without waiting for Charlie’s reply. Charlie's lips trembled as he gasps. ‘They want to kill Master!’ he said in his mind as he realizes why they needed him as a spy. ‘I-I don’t think I’d be able to do this. I can’t’ kill someone!’ he thought while slowly opening the door of the bathroom.

“He’s… unusual. But he gets it. Dreams, guardians, prophecies—this is his wheelhouse. Just don’t ask him to babysit. He’s allergic to most of your lot.” By evening, the forest was draped in gold and shadow. Serenya sat quietly near Cheyenne and Gunner, the adrenaline from her final training still simmering under her skin. A knock echoed through the cabin. “Evening!” Charlie’s mischievous voice carried inside. “Hope you’re ready for some… mental gymnastics.” Cheyenne opened the door. “Charlie. You said you knew a guy. Who’s your guy?” Charlie grinned, stepping aside to reveal a tall, lean man with piercing gray eyes and an aura that thrummed like unspent lightning. “This is Malrik. Dream inte

Wilder caught the taunt in Charlie's words and burned with fury, unleashing the energy of a half-master. However, Charlie smirked coldly. With a commanding shout, he released the overwhelming presence of a master, instantly suppressing Wilder. The impact forced Wilder to stagger backward, his blood boiling. "A master! You've become a master!" He was visibly shocked. Charlie sneered with pride. "That's right. I'm now a master! Mr. Morrick, you're no match for me! I won't waste words with you. Bring Rachel out immediately! I'm here on my adoptive father's orders to escort her to the villa at Mount Elk!"

Unbeknownst to her, her timid, animal-like presence, skittish, wide-eyed, and radiating raw fragility had caught the unwavering attention of the Head Master. He stood at the far end of the bar, a towering figure exuding authority in a tailored black shirt that hugged his broad, muscular shoulders, his expression perpetually unreadable behind a neatly trimmed beard that added to his enigmatic allure. Known simply as "The Owner" or "Head Master" to the bar's elite clientele, he was a legend in this underground world—ruthless in his control, yet revered for his unwavering fairness and deep understanding of the human psyche.

(Jax’s POV) They taped off the ruins with bright yellow plastic, useless as hell, like that could contain madness. Lucian’s mansion, nothing but charred skeleton walls and a smoke-stained foundation. Our Grand Wizard’s lair was reduced to wreckage. Good. He deserved worse. “No remains,” the investigator reported. “Not human. Not animal.” I suspected as much. Sophie was alive. Back with him. Wolf mutt. Pretender. Mate. My knuckles burned to hit something.