Novel & Cerita Magister Ludi

***** 'The Master's Child' Concludes In 'Natale'

“Today, we begin with control. You’ve all been given power. But power without discipline is chaos.” With a sweep of his hand, glowing orbs appeared in the air each one shimmering with unstable energy, pulsing like tiny hearts. They floated down in front of each student. “Your task is simple,” the Magister said. “Stabilize your orb. Feed it your magic, but do not let it explode. Lose focus, and you may… scorch your neighbor.” His mouth twitched at their nervous faces. The exercise began. Students extended trembling hands, trying to steady the flickering spheres. Some flared too bright, forcing their holders to duck away. One orb popped like a firecracker, earning gasps and nervous laughter.

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.

Sophia and Lila walked into his chambers following suite as the door closed behind them. He sat on his ambiguous chair and stared at them both, snapping his hands and immediately a young man lit up his cigarette. "My number one rule in this place is no fighting and you…" He points at Lila. "I'm very sure you're aware of this." She shivered in fear as Sophia looked at her, trying her best not to burst into laughter. 'And I thought she's the tough one here.' She thought as she made a giggle inwardly.

No one spoke of it not even the guards,or didn't they know about it,I don't know but I never even heard about the masters arm being injured by the gossiping maids,am a maid but I know maids gossip a lot they know what will happen before it happens so I was surprised that none of them have spoken of his injured arm ,they didn't know or they were instructed not to speak of it as I was . The master gave me books to read, he can be nice when he wants to be,I really hope I can be this kind to me always but that's just a wish that might not come through. He asked me questions when I returned them and I answered as best as I could. If I made a mistake he would correct me. Why is it that this man is

: Chapter 25: (Brylle Zaffiro POV) "Is there a change, Vander?" “Still nothing. Master Lorcan is very difficult to trace. ” We are currently working on a spell to find Master Lorcan and let him know that we have found the Lux Amulet. “In the past he was in the Otherworld, then returned to the mortal world. Then it's in the Otherworld again! Then come back to this world again! And in the Otherworld again… ” “Vander is right. I get it, he really moves around the place. ” Why is it that if we need the help of my old master, then he is hard to find!

The Grand Magister himself, an ancient man wrapped in heavy silver silk, stood over the body, his hands shaking as he leaned on his staff. "Get the initiates locked down," the Magister whispered, his voice carrying clearly through the damp, quiet air of the conservatory. "If the town gossips get hold of this before we understand how they bypassed the blood-wards, the King will dismantle the school by nightfall." "Magister," one of the senior Sentinels said, pointing a gloved finger at Harrison’s chest. "Look at the precision. This wasn't a blade. This was... was…

Reflected in Poe’s hair the Magister could see dappled flecks of gray that had not been there before. “What do you need?” the Magister asked. “Something to eat. It’s been a long journey and I’ve had . . . other concerns weighing upon my thoughts.” The Magister pulled a tasseled rope beside the mantle. He said nothing while they waited. Knowing the students, the person who arrived would be the one who had won whatever contest they set amongst themselves. Word traveled quicker than thought and many, not the least of them other Masters, would want to know what intelligence was being shared behind his closed door.

Clara’s eyes flickered over the coat of arms before gasping excitedly. “No way! It’s actually done being built?” She exclaimed, her lips pulling back into a smile. The way she grabbed my hands and squealed helped ease the ball of anxiety in my stomach, but only slightly. I still had this mountain of paperwork to deal with. The Magisterium, as Tristan and I named it, was the world’s first ever academy for the magical arts. When I presented the idea to Lola, she was absolutely ecstatic. I hadn’t wanted to put more on her plate, so I told her I’d take control of the project. She and Asher gave me everything I could’ve ever needed to kick start the thing.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold