Light From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

As soon as everyone is on the field the Exam Master began. “We’re going to start with your power ball. Let me see your magic” we did so. Everyone created a power ball in our hands. I saw some mage created a ball of wind, fire, rock, mirror, cloud and a lot more. On my right hand is a ball of light. I was smiling at my magic ball until I was blinded with so much light. The light was too blinding that I was sure that I wasn’t the only one who was affected. After almost a minute, the blinding light started to vanish into thin air and my sight was back to normal. I saw almost all the mages looking at me. I was in the back most of the crowd so they were all looking back to me.

After the masters made a toast, I saw Ruth look at Stephen's father and smile with a small nod that couldn't be seen but if she knew better she wouldn't have done that. The master raised the cup to his mouth and I ran to his side and hit it away,surprised gasps were heard,I knew I had done it. "What's the meaning of this?"master Chris asked me, surprised at my action. " It's poisoned, " I said weakly. "Poisoned in his mansion.....is this how you train your maids?" Master Henry asked. "Please test it master," I said. "Get the healer," the master said.

Would it taste better? It was as if cold water had been poured on me, and I immediately woke up. My chest was still rising violently, mabilis akong lumingon sa monitor ng computer na ginagamit ko na naka-sleep na, I could barely see my reflection, but it was enough to see what was with me right now. My eyes widened when I saw my very own eyes, which I almost didn't recognize. They were blazing bloody crimson, like the eyes of a predator ready to attack her prey. Who the hell are you?

Orange light from the line of the sea made it beautiful, yet everyone there knew it was deadly. “They are inside.” Thomas said to him and he nodded once. It was his favorite time of all, waiting for the darkness swallow everything. When the eyes can’t see and you need to rely on the other senses. It was the time when he could feel other people’s fear, when they were clueless about what was to come. It was really an exciting feeling. He was staring at the skyline. His black jet eyes glint with the orange light until it was completely dark. He took another long puff before threw it on the ground and stepped on it.

"I know, Minister... I was just curious. I wish to see the face of the one I must battle with for the crown. " He shook his head. "Never do that again. There is time for that, " he said so I nodded at him. We quickly looked at the door when we heard it creaking. Minister was fast to hold his katana. He looked at me and ordered me to open it with his telepathy. I nodded in response and strolled, approaching the door. I peeked into the slightly open gap, but I did not see anyone outside. I also do not feel the energy of any person out, so I violently opened the door and immediately exited. I saw nothing, not even a single person.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

The space was filled with an array of professional equipment, from cameras and lighting setups to a variety of backdrops. There, I spotted a man sitting on a stool, meticulously fixing a camera in his hands, positioned before a gallery wall. The guy greeted the man, "Mr. Paul, they have arrived." Mr. Paul, a man with an artistic style and shoulder-length blonde hair, caught my attention as he stood up and approached us with a smile. While Justin and the others gathered around him, engaging in a conversation, I remained rooted to the spot, taking in the aesthetic surroundings. Mr. Paul's curious gaze fell upon me and he walked over to greet me, "And you must be Isabella, am I right?"

But his hand was warm and steady, anchoring her. "Mr. Cole! Who's your companion?" "Damian! Look here!" "Is this your girlfriend?" Damian smiled easily but didn't answer. Instead, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're doing great. Just a few more steps." They made it through the photo gauntlet into the hotel's grand ballroom. Claire had seen pictures of fancy events, but nothing prepared her for this: crystal chandeliers the size of cars, tables draped in white silk, flowers everywhere, an orchestra playing softly on a raised stage.

Ariyah said, her voice echoing through the silent valley. The High Inquisitor on the left tilted their head. "The Outcast Luna. The woman who walked into the dark and returned with a sun in her pocket. Step forward, Ariyah of the Nightfang. The Moon has much to say about you." The Weight of Truth They walked into the center of the stones. Kael, Ariyah, and Aeron stood alone, surrounded by a world that wanted them extinguished. The central Inquisitor stepped down from the stone dais. They reached out a hand, the fingers long and spindly, and touched the air inches from Aeron’s face. The violet light in Aeron’s eyes surged, reflecting off the bone mask.

I answer, already scanning the void. The crack in reality widens. Light pours through— not soft— not warm— but focused. Purposeful. And then— a figure steps through. Not fully visible. Not fully real. But powerful enough to shift everything. “You’re late,” the Mastermind hisses. Its voice changes again— not confident— not dominant— threatened. “I arrived when it mattered,” the figure replies calmly. My chest tightens. That voice— it feels familiar. Not in memory. In presence.