Inquisitormaster Light Novels & Stories

Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands."

My stomach tightened into a knot. "What do you mean Aria? What do you mean by who you truly are?" Master walked to the bed now and sat beside me. The mattress bowed underneath his weight. I raised my head and eyed him warily as I shifted uncomfortable under his hidden gaze. His face may be hidden, but that didn't hide the fact that he was staring at me intensely. His eyes boring into my face. If they didn't know about what I was talking about, there was no way that they would be working for Drakos. At least not as his close minions. Maybe they could provide me some answers as well. They may be useful yet.

No matter how absurd his demands were, I would always carry them out to perfection. To everyone, it was just the way things were. Tracy, the ever-obedient servant to Marvin. Whatever he wanted could be his. With a snap of his fingers, I would make sure it would be there. Marvin's face twisted into a sneer, as if I had told the funniest joke. "Tracy, did you think before you speak?" he scoffed. "I've told you time and again, always remember your place before you do or say anything."

He was holding a staff that pulsed with a dark, sickly violet light—the opposite of my silver. He looked up, his gaze locking onto mine across the distance of the battlefield. He raised his staff, and a bolt of violet energy slammed into the protective shield of the manor, making the stone beneath my feet shudder. The High Inquisitor had arrived. And he wasn't looking for a war. He was looking for me.

"Since you couldn't hold out until until three, I'm going to leave you here for as long as Scott's slaves are here. I'm also going to buy one of those Slave Trainer things. It seems quite effective in punishing slaves." Marcia moaned, whether from cumming or knowing today wasn't the last day she'd wear a Slave Trainer again, I couldn't tell. Maybe both. I laughed. "Mistress Dark sells them," I said, "including a new, plug-in model that can go until the motor burns out. No recharging. Let me introduce you. It looks like she's finished fucking Rhonda." Marcia moaned again. I don't think she was cumming. I led Sam over to make introductions.

of a predator who had sensed a trap. He moved down the hallway, his bare feet silent on the hardwood. As he reached the kitchen, he saw it. The smart-refrigerator—a "Normal" appliance he had personally gutted and rebuilt to be "dark"—was glowing. Not with the soft white of its interior light, but with a jagged, bioluminescent blue. The light flickered in a pattern. Short. Short. Long. Short. "Morse," Ethan whispered, his "chiseled jaw" tightening until the bone clicked.

POV EMMA BELLE The High Inquisitor didn't come with an army. He came with two guards and a tall, hooded figure who stood so still he didn't even seem to be breathing. The Inquisitor, a man named Valerius with eyes like clouded glass, stepped forward, his white robes dragging through the slush and mud. "Magnus of the Deep Woods," Valerius purred, his voice echoing off the canyon walls. "I see you brought the pup. And the Shadow-traitor. How... colorful."

Chapter 10 Olivia Monica was already there waiting for me, she directed me to a seat in the room as she helped me with my hair and makeup. What's the monster's full name "Do you know his name?" "We aren't allowed to say his name oliva" she replied warily. "Please, I think I deserve to know who my kidnapper is. Don't you think" l asked desperately? "Austin Hernandez " she whispered " please always address him as master " she pleaded, I nodded knowing fully well that I wasn't going to listen to her. If his name pricks him then I would gladly use it against him.

he asked, his curiosity piqued. I gave a sly grin. "It's all about fair exchange, Mr. Sneyd," I said, knowing that he would understand what I meant. "Percy, I get it. We're all men here, and we don't need to say much. I'll just show you," Franklin said, leading me into his private, specially arranged room. Inside, there were various items—restraints, swings, handcuffs, benches, and all kinds of torture devices. There were also photos of nude women posing seductively on the walls.

he said, breathing hard, glass at our feet. "North," I said. That word arrived with the same certainty as everything else Sovereign had shown me since the courtyard, an answer without a question in front of it. The column above us had grown thick with light now, hundreds of small flames merging into one current, spinning slowly at first and then faster, until it stopped looking like light and started looking like movement, like wind given a color. The Inquisitor had gone quiet in the corridor. When I looked back at him his face had lost whatever satisfaction still clung to it minutes ago.