Inquisitormaster Fan Art Novels & Stories

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

"I didn't know either. I was cleaning the lab floors when one of them thought I was eavesdropping on the master and his visitor. He hit me hard against the wall, and I passed out. Maybe he thought I was dead. They dispose of corpses daily, because not everything is able to make it. Before dawn, they arrive with new sets that they abuse all day. Maybe I was loaded into the van with other dead bodies, that they were supposed to dispose of, and some how I found myself here." "That's pathetic. Were you able to see their Master? Can you perhaps recognize his face?" She asked me. "Yes I can. He looks nothing like the others, maybe worse. He also experiments on himself, I'm sure that's why he looks

she bowed and try to run away but master Damien dragged her back. You said you were bored and decided to stay on the sun, scribbling down this?" He asked why staring down at the drawing of a man with two horns and an ugly face which she drew. His eyes fixed on the drawing darting all over it confused about why she had to come out to the sun to draw this meaningless thing when his eyes darted to the letter inscribed under the drawing. "Master Damien? This thing here is me?" He asked his eyes threatening to bulge out of his sockets.

"And one more thing. On the patent application, you'll put Jason's name first. You can barely qualify as the second author. That's already a favor to you." I sprang to my feet, my voice shaking with rage. "Other than being Peter's nephew, what does Jason have? He doesn't even know how to write a simple loop!" Oliver looked at me coldly. "Because his last name is Mahone. Because he's a full-time employee, not an outsourced worker who can be replaced at any time. You'd better face reality, Rex." The conference room door opened, and Jason walked in, a victor's smile on his face.

"Still hate me?" "What could've changed that?" I asked and he chuckled, finally we stood in front of the first original painting of Feng Shen, and it was a landscape filled with colours and different hues, it was a captivating painting but not so hard to copy, believe me, I don't feel so good about doing that but I had my reasons. "Feng Shen is a master," I heard Gwen say to Kim as they stood behind us for a minute. "I would kill to have such a painting in my house, my husband will go nuts if I purchase this," Kim gloated and I looked down smiling, Michael had turned his body a bit to listen in on their conversation as they sold the idea that this is the ultimate painting everyone should hav

He replied, "Sure, sir. Who are you investigating?" Enrico shows his devil's grin. . . "Liam Hwang, a doctor at the Seoul Central Hospital." (*)

She’d been Ansel’s childhood companion and the pack’s celebrated Omega — a prodigy-artist who’d won awards young and been hailed as “the muse the Moon Goddess gifted the pack.” I clicked through the appendix of her portfolio where she’d listed the supposed “inspirations” for each award-winning piece. Every one of those inspirations pointed to unknown little artists, some of them lonewolves who’d long since left the scene. These people had neither the means nor the standing to challenge a celebrated Blood prodigy. A theory bloomed in my mind. I tapped Andrew and showed him what I’d found. “I’ll have people track down those artists and get proof,” he said, his voice carrying the kind of force

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

​ANG PAGLANTAD NG TUNAY NA MASTERMIND ​Biglang bumukas ang malaking bintana sa itaas at isang pigura ang bumaba gamit ang rappel gear. Isang lalaking nakasuot ng mas detalyadong pilak na maskara—ang Grandmaster ng Order. ​Dahan-dahan niyang tinanggal ang kanyang maskara. Ang mukha sa ilalim ay nagpahinto sa tibok ng puso ni Aria. ​"Greetings, cousin," sabi ng lalaki.