Inquisitormaster Light Novels & Stories

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

I reached out into the dark, my fingers meeting the freezing, slick surface of a stone platform that vibrated with a faint, subterranean pulse. A tiny, pale blue light flared from the ceiling above us, illuminating a single object placed perfectly in the center of the exit path. It was a pristine, white porcelain mask belonging to the High Inquisitor himself, its surface cracked across the eyes and weeping a steady stream of thick, un-coagulated blood onto the flagstones.

He appeared to be deep in thought before he finally looked at her, she wanted to burst out laughing at the expression on his face. “Can I pass this question?” He asked softly and Adonia shook her head, it was in the damn contract before she agreed to the red table thing. He was supposed to answer every damn question asked without skipping any that made him uncomfortable. He had been getting away with a lot of things and it was high time that madness stopped in the industry. S he had no idea why he irritated her more than ever, maybe ever since he pulled that stupid drunk shut on her. All she wanted was a life free of Quincy.

I thought about the videos of it, and how all my Masters loved watching those recordings. When I came out of the bathroom there was a protein bar and a glass of water, with a note that said "All of it." I assumed that meant the provisions, so I ate and drank it all and then just waited. I wasn't sure if I should sleep in the bed or not. There weren't any chains, though I realized that the frame had some cleverly-hidden hooks and latches where chains could be added. I wondered if he played here with other women. I wondered if he played here with anyone while I was home in my dungeon. I wondered if that's why he stopped sleeping with me. I looked through the room. The drawers were empty, not e

His fingers trembled slightly as he raised his hand and pressed his palm against the glowing barrier. “Maelda…” he whispered. “Please… respond.” But the dome shuddered and, without warning, a blinding beam of white light erupted from the surface, aimed straight at his head. Zedekiel quickly leapt back. The light missed his head by inches, searing the earth behind him and leaving a smoldering crater. A dry, humorless chuckle filled the grove. “I told you not to do that,” the Shadow Master drawled, voice full of scornful amusement.

All the screens suddenly flashed the images of robots, and the mechanical female voices with different voices and colors seemed to be scrambling to answer Mary Kinson. "The master has gone out for a walk." "Five hours, 31 minutes and 4 seconds have passed since the master went out..." "The master is wearing a white Weidasen suit..." More than five hours? Mary Kinson felt more and more uneasy and gave the command again: "Destination."

Alex knows the inside atmosphere and immediately bows in front of his master begging for mercy and being sorry to his lord. "Master, we are grieved," he said. "Apologies, will your expression of remorse be helpful for me? Will I find that little girl by your expression of remorse? Stand up and search again. I need to know the data sooner. This time don't frustrate me with the bad news," his master growled at him and turned back to face the large window. He was irate yet it was not his assistant shortcoming so he couldn't let his dissatisfaction out on him.

As she reached an intolerable peak of excitement, Lara sank her teeth into his shoulder and was flung over the edge into quivering, whimpering fulfillment at the same time as he was. His breathing pattern roughly audible, Christophe dealt her a shattered glance and slowly lowered her limp body to the floor again, glittering golden eyes still pinned to her. Christophe dropped a kiss on to her eyebrow and began rearranging her dress with hands that were uncharacteristically clumsy. “We’d better get out of here…” He indicated the red light flashing behind the open control panel, readjusting whatever he had previously put out of place at speed. “In a matter of seconds, security will be here.”

This was simply outrageous. So, he suppressed his anger and spoke up to ask Claudia, “How did you know that Gopher is planning to make a move on Stephanie?” Claudia took out a lipstick-like flashlight from her pocket and said, “This is a violet flashlight with a specific wavelength which is not quite the same as the wavelength for the violet light that is generally used for the inspection of banknotes. It is not easy to buy this flashlight on the market, and there is also a special potion that goes with this violet flashlight. The potion will only show up under the wavelength of this violet light. After they have selected their target, they will use this potion to draw a specific mark on the

Bima shouted, his voice hoarse but burning with determination, even as his legs and arms screamed in agony. The Master AI Fitness Freak's eyes, resembling monitor screens, flickered as complex numbers and graphs spun rapidly across their surface. << LOGIC ERROR. DATA INCONSISTENT. EFFECTIVENESS: ZERO. >> The Master AI's cold, emotionless voice echoed throughout the tunnel. The teal light of its body pulsed brighter, ignoring the countdown. Beside Bima, Lia’s eyes widened, her grip on his arm tightening.