Inquisitormaster Fan Art Novels & Stories

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

Mason's pov Wednesday 29th September 2021 *************************************** I finally finished the portrait of Master! It's of him in the armchair with a flogger over his shoulder, his dominance radiating through even in paint. He didn't want his face on it so I blurred it out with skin coloured paint. I really hope he likes it, it took me so long to finish.

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.

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

We all sat down after the commotion but we’re not at ease so we went to peek in the kitchen. We saw Master nodding while eating cake. “Are you listening?” Art asks who’s seriously talking to Master. Again, Master nods. Art crooked his forehead. “You always eat cake, aren’t you health conscious?” Art confusedly asks. Why would he notice Master that he always eat cake?

Roy said, he had searched for information all over the world, and only in this country is alternative medicine using herbal ingredients according to the wishes of his Young Master. "Young Master, we talked about this matter a month ago, even Arnold and I came here to make sure Young Master's fear will never happen, and in the end, we never met him, right Ar?" Erwin tries to give confidence to his Young Master. Arnold nodded. Even though we are living in the same city as him now, it is unlikely that we will meet him, this capital is no less spacious than the capital of our country. In fact, during the three weeks, Erwin and I were here, we didn't even see

To be sincere, I was thinking sex. Yup, I am a slut and all I can think of is my master, who is a fictional character drilling his dick into me... in fast fluid movement. Fuck! I want all of my master's dick in me. I wonder how it would feel, would it feel great? Awesome? So freaking good? Ugh, I want him. Is this what master want? Is he trying to get me overly horny again. Or does is just mean I haven't earned the right to get fucked by his dick. Ugh.