Light From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

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.

This time I'm not going to let him startle me like he did the last time ,first of all i need more light in this room ,so i can see where exactly he's hiding ,he's definitely in here somewhere ,the chief seer never leaves his tower, never, not for any reason ,unless there's an emergency. I created a little fire ball in my palm,just the way he taught me ,and lighted up the touches that hanged around the walls ,and i heightened my were wolf abilities ,this way i can never be caught off guard ,and evil smirk formed on my face ,now I'm ready for whatever surprise he throws at me . A voice called from the dark end of the room's hallway ,there's no need for that lone ,at once i turned around in lig

The artifact hummed with an unrelenting energy, its glow intensifying, illuminating the chamber in shades of electric blue and silver that threatened to drown out the dark shadows looming above. The mastermind staggered back, momentarily distracted by Amelia’s approach. Yet with a predatory grin, he brushed his hand against the artifact, a jolt of energy surging between them. “This is where it begins,” he taunted, his voice echoing through the chamber. The pulsing light enveloped him, amplifying his presence like a storm cloud ready to unleash its wrath.

Quartney flashed James a contemptuous smile. “You think you’re really smart, huh? “The Yorsh you had was added with the Deadgory Bugs I received from the Timaeus Sectʼs leader. As soon as I activate them, you’ll feel as if you’re in a living hell.” James grinned and shrugged. “Well, you can try.” Quartney pointed at James. A few seconds later, a ball of black light glowed at the tip of her finger.

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."

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.

Her eyes glowed faintly, a soft violet hue shimmering beneath her lashes. Around her, the Inquisitors moved with silent precision, murmuring incantations in the language of old blood-magic, their hands tracing sigils in the air. Every chant, every gesture, was a tether thrown into the world — a net designed to sense, locate, and ensnare. “The bond is strong,” one Inquisitor whispered, his voice tense. “They’re not just running. They’re learning… using it against us.”

Master paused for a second, his eyes furrowing slightly in thought. Did I say something wrong? He just sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with the ball of his palm. "Yeah..." Is all he replied. With that, he picked up a remote on his bed stand and flipped off the lights. The room was enveloped in darkness. It took me a second for my eyes to adjust. I heard the soft movement of blankets shuffling as Master got comfortable before it was completely quiet. I let out a long, silent, exhale as I quietly relaxed back onto the pillow.

I wasn't like my master who was as mysterious as the future, being virtually capable of doing anything he wanted, and so I ran, and continued running. I didn't know what he would do; he might jump into the river himself to rescue her and end up drowning. I checked in again with my bird's eye, but I couldn't find him around the shore. I stopped on my tracks, panting, as tears slowly filled up, ready to be released. I made the bird fly over the river, and there, I saw something. A light, as bright as the sun, and still as soothing as the moon, was emanating from underneath as an underwater storm stirred around the light. The light was coming from someone, a figure I couldn't see properly, but