Inquisitormaster Fan Art Novels & Stories

they saw it. ​The Grand-Inquisitors were not machines, and they were not wolves. They were the Architects' "Original-Prints"—biological prototypes that predated the "Simplification." They stood fifteen feet tall, their bodies composed of a shifting, iridescent muscle-tissue that looked like raw silk woven with silver wire. They had no faces, only a single, vertical slit in their chests that emitted a low, humongous violet light. They didn't walk; they "Glided" across the frozen ground, the snow beneath them instantly sublimating into a fine, purple mist. ​“They’re 'Reading' us,” Killian whispered, his shadow-form expanding until he was a towering pillar of absolute blackness. “They don't see

Chimera stood in the back, his face full of resentment. "Rumor has it that there's a special instructor in their team, someone known as a martial arts Master. Their physical prowess must be related to this Master." Hearing Chimera's words, Liam was momentarily stunned. "Martial arts Master?" Chimera turned to Liam. "Even you know about the martial arts Master, Grandmaster Burrey?" The next moment, Chimera seemed to recall Liam's previous performance, and his eyes widened. "Grandmaster Burrey, don't tell me you're our martial arts Master?"

Louis led Elder Xenos and his family into the gallery's inner area. Inside, there was an open space with tables set up. The so-called O'Brien Master was stationed there. Surrounding him were many guests who were clearly interested in his work. "This is Master O'Brien!" Louis approached O'Brien and began the introductions. "Master O'Brien, this is the renowned realist artist Mr. Xenos. He has come today to meet you." As they got closer, Caitlin could see the artist clearly. He was a man in his early thirties with long hair and a full beard, giving off an impression of the free-spirited, rebellious artist type.

Even though her body was bonded tightly in ropes Anita still felt a sense of freedom that she had never felt before in her 33 years of life. Anita lay spread on the bed as her master nibbled on one of her breasts while playing with the bell clamp on the other. Slick was pouring from Anita soaking the bed sheet beneath her and running between her derriere which aroused Andrew at the sight, so he decided to get an up and close view and taste the slick oozing from her pussy. He first slid his lips from her breast then to her gaping mouth, running his tongue in between Anita's parted lips, a ravenous hunger gripped his being as he gripped her buxom hips in between his strong large hands, he want

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

chapter 40 Austin POV. I felt like crap, I wasn't myself. It was like l was going to faint any moment from now. Walked over to where Lorenzo sat, typing repeatedly on the laptop in front of him. "any update yet" I asked him for the hundredth time since he came. "The picture has been proven to be fake, whoever did it was an expert. They knew you would probably check to see if it was Photoshop and made sure you won't be able to notice this." Lorenzo says, empathizing on each words. " This took

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

A housekeeper lets me in and tells me Damien’s expecting me in his study, and I walk there with the canvas under my arm like a shield. He’s at his desk when I come in, jacket off, sleeves rolled, and he looks up in a way that makes my chest go tight and stupid. “I wanted this man” I want him to fill me up with his cock…shut up Lucas! I snapped back. “Anastasia said you’d be reviewing on her behalf,” I say, too fast, setting the canvas against the wall. “So I hear.” He comes around the desk, studies the painting for a long moment really studies it, not the polite glance-and-nod I expected. “It’s good. Better than good.”

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.