Inquisitormaster Light Novels & Stories

Predictable. I remembered how the space used to feel: suffocating with mold, the floors warped, the pantry collapsing in on itself. Now, it whispered nothing but efficiency. Even the lighting had been redone, motion-sensor lights that could shift from ambient to tactical with a voice command. In the master bedroom, I stood at the foot of the bed. The space was bathed in golden evening light. I opened the safe again, watched it read my eye, then slide open with a hiss. Flawless.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

I took a moment to observe the little too bright room that was willed with instruments gleaming like fangs in the lamplight. Rows of people in white coats stood silently in the corner like a shadow. clipboards in one hand, pen in the other. Their vultures gazes followed my every step, as sounds of pens scribbling against paper filled the room. as though they had been waiting for me to make the first entry. My breath hitched. “What is this nonsense?” Master’s voice came from behind, sharp and demanding.

Next to her sat the person they knew best, who was even disgusted when a woman sat so close to him. Now he even seemed to be sharing food with that girl. “Do you like this recipe?” They all heard how the young master asked in a gentle, deep voice. This made them immediately gape in disbelief. Is that the man over there the young master's twin? But that's impossible, the young master didn't have any brothers that's why he's the onbe and only heir to the Dawson family. “Y-Young M-Ma…” Thomas was just about to call out to him but stopped when Zachary glanced at them and narrowed his eyes sharply.

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

The chills was still there but I no longer feel the creeps. I have never been into a place this wide. I have never felt this safe while walking in the midst of a dark hallway. As I reached the stairs, I saw a glimpse of light from my Master's bedroom. The light was dim, visible enough to see the designs on the red carpet. Because I had no other things to do, I made my way towards his chamber and peeked on the small opening. There I saw my master's back facing me. He was shirtless, and the dim light only made his naked back even more gloriouss.

of the water flowing in the heavy rains, the stallion's hooves made a loud noise, especially as in the evening power, the sentries sounded strange to the idea that such a bold visitor asks the host overnight. And through the towers a torch perished either at the window or at the door, in a moving dance that usually made a desperate murmur to those who heard it, the truth is true the little rider did not look at the height of the towers, which the night light eclipsed almost half their fantastic height, the horse finally stopped, and Dixon stared intently as the wooden bridge was raised, and if he took two more steps he would have gone empty on the rocky ridges, where only the dead could hear

Perfect. "Excellent! Jonathan, I'm going to need you to try and follow this light with your eyes, okay? I need to make a pattern so your mind gets more in focus. Okay?" "Okay…Did something happen?" "Not really, you're fine." I shined the penlight in his eye and tried to erase the last hour or so from his mind using some of that good old scopolamine we Templari liked to have on hand.

After a few seconds, her golden pupils opened, adjusting herself to the light. The young lady blinked around, watching the wide sprawling halls with spiky orbs lighting the path. Her teacher told her of those expensive lights. Those orbs were called magicites; magical spheres crafted from monster cores by rune magus. The orbs filled the expansive halls every four or five meters, illuminating the entire halls. There was also the long crimson-hued carpet extending throughout the floor. And then there were the guards. Lili gulped and almost ran away. “Ignore them. They won’t do anything,” The old mistress said. “Just continue walking. We’re already near.”

​From the depths of the incandescent white walls, three colossal figures emerged. ​They were the Master Animators, eleven-foot, faceless entities forged from solid, polished gold-leaf armor, their chests open to reveal massive, spinning brass wheels that churned through thousands of master typeface stamps every second. They carried no weapons, but their long, multi-jointed arms ended in heavy silver styluses that vibrated with a high-frequency alignment pulse designed to rewrite the physical anatomy of any rogue variable that entered their margins.