Light From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Perfect. "Excellent! Jonathan, I'm going to need you to try and follow this light with your eyes, okay? I need to make a pattern so your mind gets more in focus. Okay?" "Okay…Did something happen?" "Not really, you're fine." I shined the penlight in his eye and tried to erase the last hour or so from his mind using some of that good old scopolamine we Templari liked to have on hand.

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.

The invasion of the Shadow City began not with a roar, but with a scream of light. A massive beam of pure, white moonlight tore through the purple sky, incinerating the marble spires and turning the smoke-floor into jagged shards of glass. From the center of the beam, the Inquisitors descended. They were no longer just warriors in silver armor; they were avatars of the Moon's wrath, their eyes glowing with a blinding, celestial fire.

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.

“I want the Ninth Lightning Serum. Can you guys move aside?” The grandmaster-level fighter standing at the front squinted his eyes and said sternly, “How did you know there was Ninth Lightning Serum here?” He looked at his surroundings and growled angrily, “Which one of you leaked the news? Our master told us many times not to let anyone know that there is Ninth Lightning Serum here! How can you guys fail to complete such a simple task?” A fighter said, “We didn’t do it, Master Meyer! None of us left Mount Violightning.”

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

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.

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."

No threat detected. General Notes: Mansion architecture non-standard. Mirror reflection delayed slightly on the first-floor west hallway. Might be a lighting issue. Will test again. Personal Note: Maintaining submissive persona to gather intelligence. Master Ivan may be linked to the memory disruption or mark activation. Continuing observation. Zero indication of anything “supernatural”—likely tech or drugs involved. That night, I wandered the hall again. Not snooping. Not exactly. Just observing. Listening. Waiting. Until something moved. A shadow flickered across the corridor at the far end too quick. Too silent.

After about one hour, the Vice sect-master voice sounded. "You can stop." Aldophus looked at his Master's face and saw that he had a joyful expression. Then he lowered his gaze on the stone on his waist. The Pharos stone was completely filled with flickering lightening. Aldophus stared at the black stone for some time before raising his gaze toward his Master. "What does that mean?" The Vice sect-master still had his joyful expression when he answered. "Lightening" Aldophus wasn't surprised but happy.