Master Of The Dark Arts Novels & Stories

Levi and Hermes walked into the room, filled with thick, dark mist. Because of their abilities, their sights were good but they weren't able to see the source of the mist. They both knew it was coming from Mercury. The dark mist was emitting from him, covering him in a cocoon of darkness. His elbow were on the arm rest of his chair, which was the only chair in the middle of the room, while his cheeks were resting on his knuckles. His eyes were closed and everything about him seemed lifeless.

They attacked us master, they took us unaware and struck us, as I am talking to you, the warriors are fighting over their lives in the boundaries" he panted rushing his words. Master Damien stare at him for quite a long time before walking into his chamber not saying anything. He got into his secret room and took two swords, changed into a red and black cloak and stepped out to still meet the warrior laying there. "What are you still doing here? Go and get more warriors and make sure this castle is secured" he ordered and walked out in a long stride. Galene and the ladies who were just coming back from the field where they went to watch the warriors train ran into the furious master walking

I was looking at the data. "They are testing us," I said coldly. "First the village, then the city attack. They are measuring our strength." "They are getting bolder," Isabella said worriedly. "Who is leading them? Who is powerful enough to cast such a huge illusion?" "I have a guess," Master Shen spoke up, walking into the room. "There is only one person in history who mastered the Nightmare Arts. He was supposed to be dead..." "Who?" Aria asked. "His name is Morfeus," Master Shen said gravely. "He was a sorcerer who could control dreams and reality. He was sealed away centuries ago. But if he is back... then everything changes."

The Master’s form shimmered between them, almost intangible, a ghost of energy and darkness. “Brave words for someone who just fed me the energy I needed,” the Master said, voice low, almost a whisper carried on the wind. “Do you see it now? Every step you’ve taken, every bond you’ve strengthened—it’s all been my design. The Sacrifice Game was just the beginning.” Wolf stepped forward, weapon drawn. “You’re insane! You’ve been using them—using all of us—to strengthen yourself?”

He continued searching. As more and more crystals got taken out, the muffled coughs slowly turned to groans. “Who dares disturb this master’s territory?” An enraged roar thundered through the room as a towering man emerged from the darkness, cloaked in an ominous black aura. His beady eyes revealed more about his character than even his aura did. “Your grandmaster.” Chris’s voice boomed, filling the room. He flicked his fingers, dispelling the darkness in the room. He instantly regretted his actions.

Because, while the priest’s words make me want to tear him to pieces as well, we still need more. We need to know about his master. “And what will happen to you,” I say slowly as Roger winds himself back in. “When you are dead. Who will mourn you? This master to whom you’ve sold your life?” “The Master is nothing anymore,” the Priest says, his back almost literally against a wall now, and realizing that he’s out of space, he crouches and begins to prepare again, the fires that have never left his hands burning harder, hotter now. “The Master is gone now – he has his boy, and so our service to him is done. If I die today, it is the will of the Dark God. And I,” he says slowly now, his face li

Still smiling, I turned my head at the man next to him and my heart jumped in a painful beat. It was the same man who had left me in trouble on my first night. Zachary had said that his name was Samuel, one of the oldest masters of that place. His hair was still short, his bright brown eyes slightly narrow by his inspection on my face, and a crooked smile opening his lips. The same submissive I stumbled upon that night was holding her hand, shaking her blonde hair as she looked distractedly around. "Hello, little one," said the man. "I hope you're having fun.

I could tell that he was going to say something extremely stupid, so I tensed. "You'll fit in with the other incompetent people we are...sharing housing with." I punched his and glared at him. If this guy was close to the Master, he was going to get us in trouble. He passed me a dirty look before averting his gaze to the fire. "Your 'Master', as you call him, has his reasons for the people he chooses. Just as he has his reasons for having you. I've known him practically my entire life. Odd man, but gets his results." I suppose he had a point. Still annoying none the less. No one would understand the dark and twisted ways of life like we did. Our lives where filled with dark irony, something

The man had, after all, saved my life – no matter how unusual his methods. If the bedroom had been fit for a queen, the bathroom was made for divinity itself! A vast pool of black marble stretched across the room, steam rising faintly, its surface glowing as if lit from beneath. Silver spouts poured crystal water, cascading into the pool with a sound like rainfall. Vines of obsidian crept along the walls, threaded with faintly glowing blossoms, casting soft, dappled light. The Master must like his blacks very much, I thought to myself, but strangely didn’t feel suffocated or claustrophobic by the dark color theme. Instead, it felt as if I was moving in space, surrounded by stars and glowing

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #