Inquisitormaster Light Novels & Stories

Curtains and mattresses done, next station is lights! I drive off to, again, the most expensive light company. Well, I could have gone to the nearest and the most economical one but Miranda told me to specifically go to these high-end companies. I park my car as I reach the main building. I look up 'Illuminati' written in big bold letters. I walk in and everyone greets, again I call for the manager. As soon as he comes, I hand him the orders. He looks at me in confusion but nods.

He was here. --- We stayed silent, watching, waiting. Then a faint light appeared at the far end of the main aisle. A single, glowing orb floated in the darkness, hovering above the floor. It moved methodically, illuminating only a few feet at a time — scanning, testing, searching. “I’ve seen this before,” Madison whispered. “He uses light to control perception. If we step into it, he knows where we are.” Ian nodded. “We move only when it shifts away. Every movement counts.”

She needs to fear him. And this was the time to claim what was his. He leaned his face down to her ear brushing his lips against her earlobe. He whispered making her gulp down. “Are you ready Mio Fiore?” Claim this body it’s yours, Just don’t expect to have more than that. ______________________________________ This book is a dark romance containing a heavy erotic theme a lot more than Yes, Master. So beware. Also next will be updated soon. Don’t forget to like and comment.

The doors to the executive suite didn't burst open; they simply vanished, turned into fine gray dust by a radial wave of silver light. Five figures stepped into the wreckage of the server room. They wore robes of liquid silver that moved like mercury, their faces hidden behind masks of polished bone. The leader—a man whose presence felt like a block of dry ice—stepped forward, his gaze raking over Julian’s cooling corpse before settling on me. "The Anchor is unrefined," the Inquisitor said, his voice echoing in my mind like a judge’s gavel. "The bond is unstable. The Alpha is compromised."

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

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

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

Luna skidded to a halt. Shifted back. Stared at the assembled Inquisitors. They wore white armor inscribed with golden wards. Carried blades of blessed silver that *hummed* with holy power. And at their center— A woman. Tall. Regal. Her hair silver-white, her eyes burning with divine light. She wore robes instead of armor. A high collar embroidered with the symbol of the First Light. *High Inquisitor.* "Luna, daughter of Kairen," the woman said.

The operator hit the master key. The red text dissolved. The screen went black for one second. Then a white light began to bleed through the center of the glass.

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."