Headmaster Black Novels & Stories

the headmaster says. Straightening up, I walk over to where they are seated and take a seat beside Kieran. The headmaster, who looks to be in his forties with a few strands of gray hair, is seated opposite us. I read the name on the nameplate: Mr. Rowlands. “What did he do?” Kieran asks. “He fought with his classmate,” Mr. Rowlands answers. “And where is the said classmate?” Kieran asks with a raised brow. “In his class,” he answers.

WHAM. Aurelius planted his shadow-steel boot onto the first marble step of the high dais, stopping ten feet from the Headmaster and the Council elders. "Lord Aurelius!" the Headmaster squeaked, his hands trembling as he gestured toward the bloody scene. "What is the meaning of this interruption?! The Grand Finals are about to commence! Why are you carrying a domestic slave onto the royal floor, drenched in blood?!" Aurelius tilted his head up. His golden eyes burned with a dark, catastrophic fury that made the Headmaster instinctively step back three paces.

These where our leaders, there was no need to further spur them on. "You brat. Have you no respect? You think you can talk to him this way? Nothing bunch of disobedient-" Master cut him off with a shift of the hood. The Henchman quieted down, but you could still tell he was angry with the way he trembled. I knew I crossed the line, but I wasn't sorry for my actions. War would not wait for his reply.

He's in his 40's but he still has the looks, a hot sugar daddy look. What got into your mind, Jamnia? Gosh, this is Althea's fault! The guy beside me bowed at the old man, I didn't know how to react I just stood there with my head down. What's his name anyway? "Good morning Headmaster Burdues, here she is." "Good morning aswell Clim, same to you Jamnia. By the way I'm the Headmaster of this school, Franc Burdues, sorry to keep you waiting days ago. I had too many things to do, I hope they welcomed you well."

I also provide the construction for the city which is used to upgrade the city whenever needed. Kodan, Zev and I walk the steps up to the school, to be greeted by the Head Master Mr Phillips. He wasn’t the most striking person to look at, small, round glasses and greying hair. He wore a pinstripe blue suit and tipped his hat to me as I approach him. “Alpha!! Such a pleasure to see you again, it has been far too long” He whispers while taking my hand in his, shaking it hard but kept his respect by keeping his head down.

In the dead of night, the Headmaster and his hunters arrived in California, their dangerous shadows stretching long under the pale moonlight. Their arrival was swift and silent, blending seamlessly into the obscure depths of the coast. They were a collection of the most feared and enigmatic individuals—his hunters, his most trusted wizard, Jacques, and the infamous Dr. Blackwood who was starting to be eaten by guilt. She no longer wants to be there. "The Citadel headquarters thought they had prepared for every contingency. They were wrong." The Headmaster mumbled under his breath with an eerie smile.

This would really make me fail the exam, and go home empty-handed. Yet he smiled. "On a rush, Miss Jenkins? The exam hasn't started yet." He said while his arms are at his shoulder level stretched out. His handsome accent was music to my ears. He has luxurious black hair cut short in his shoulder level, a nice and neatly ironed uniform, and a shiny ID with his name in it. Blake Wellington The Headmaster glanced at his watch. It was nothing special, just a normal watch that my father owned when he was a young lad. Or I didn’t notice the rise of its value since it is antique today.

"Blood magic can be used to bind as well as free. They would need a powerful practitioner to maintain such spells on a Blackthorne heir." "This Helena person," Fin suggested. "The one Clyde and Marla mentioned." I struggled to my feet, my legs unsteady after the ritual's drain. Brent's strong arm wrapped around my waist, supporting me. "We need to move quickly," I said. "I could feel him fighting against their control. If they sense that he's beginning to break free, they might accelerate whatever plans they have for him." "The warriors are ready," Alpha Maxwell said from the doorway. He must have been waiting outside during the ritual. "We can move at dawn."

I told myself I was only going for a walk to clear my head. The heavy oak door was closed but not locked. I hesitated with my hand on the iron handle. The study looked different in lamplight. The candles were gone. A low fire burned in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the leather spines of a thousand books. The massive desk was clear except for a single open laptop. Behind it, Headmaster Hale sat in a high-backed leather chair, his black suit jacket draped over the arm, his white shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. His tie hung loose around his neck. His gray eyes were half-lidded, focused on the screen in front of him.

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.