Light From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Fear gripped my heart, but then I heard Aura’s voice in my mind, clear and resolute, **“Use your light.” I focused on the warmth that emanated deep within my core, letting it build and spread until it engulfed me. The dark rogues hesitated, sensing the change, but it was too late for them. I released the light in a blinding, radiant wave. The rogues let out a collective howl of agony as the light consumed them, turning them to ash.

Remy (mind-to-mind): “Pack’s ten minutes out. Calder wolves are coming hot.” I step off the porch. Lightning crawls over my skin like it missed me. Celeste: “You picked the wrong night to threaten my mom’s tamales.” I raise my hand. The black circle in the sky fractures. Because I just rewrote its permission settings with Deep Script. The void circle collapses into a perfect violet lightning bolt that spears straight through the lead Inquisitor’s mask. He doesn’t even have time to scream.

I lunged for him, my hands still glowing with a terrifying, sickly green light. "Silas!" He looked up at me, a single tear of blood tracking down his deathly pale cheek. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he touched the pulse point at my neck. "There she is," he whispered, a terrifyingly proud smile on his face. "My warrior." And then, the air went cold. Dead cold. A silhouette stepped out from the trees. It wasn't a hunter. It was a man in tattered black robes, his face a porcelain mask of a weeping woman. The High Inquisitor. He didn't carry a gun or a sword. He carried a silver bell.

Oddly, the basement door starts to shut, stealing the ray of light that once filtered in through the wide opening. The place is dark. Sinfully dark. ‘Brit?’ My senses heighten as I listen to the footsteps of my master in the dark. I’m trying so hard to guess what he’s up to when something flicks. A lighter. He holds it forward, channeling the light on my body. ‘What is he trying to do?’ My body glistens and squirms as I keep guessing. I'm not sure how long I’ll last if he sets me ablaze. Something sticks into the small flame.

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.

How could there be such a powerful person in this world? He was simply too awesome. “No wonder he said that this game tested their intelligence, stamina, judgment, and luck. If that’s the case, the Death Inquisitor should have set a trap in the room.” Ross seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He commanded his officers. “Turn off all the lights in the room, turn on the recording function, and record carefully.” Ka! All the lights in the office were turned off. They stood in the darkness, quietly looking at the big screen.

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

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.

I shouted. I didn't sit in the chair. I picked up the shard of the broken glass console. I didn't use the silver pen. I didn't use my blood. I looked at the Master-Chair—the heart of the Aethel-Group’s power. "I'm not the hero," I said. "And I'm not the goddess." I stabbed the glass shard into the **Center of the Light**. --- ### The Darkest Chapter The explosion wasn't made of fire. It was made of **Ink**.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”