Master Of The Dark Arts Novels & Stories

Shawn couldn’t understand how Isaac would put the crown on Master’s head if they were at each other’s throat right now. But the Master wasn’t bad on his own either. Even though he had the appearance of someone who would spend most of his time reading books, the Master’s movement was agile and quick. He managed to avoid all the harmful attacks that Isaac directed, moving in such a fluid movement that he didn’t appear to be fighting against Isaac. Shawn could instantly feel the big difference of power between Isaac and the Master. It couldn’t help but made him wonder if the Master had turned to the dark arts, wouldn’t he easily destroy the whole world with a flick of his fingers?

Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands."

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

But I swiftly restrained her and locked her in a cage. Soon, the police arrived at my house and took her for questioning. It didn't take long for us to confirm that the wine had been laced with a sedative. The mastermind behind everything was soon apprehended and taken into custody. With that, everything came to an end. As for me, I decided to pursue a career in law enforcement. In this seemingly peaceful world, crime lurks just beneath the surface. Franklin's polite exterior had masked the evil within, treating women as objects and trampling on their dignity.

If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil. "Once again, please forgive me, Young Master," said the maid kneeling in front of him. "I will bring you a new dish, Young Master," he continued in a voice trembling with fear. It's not that the little boy has superpowers to make him afraid, but the father of the child is the ruler of this country, it's clear that the servant is afraid because he has annoyed his child.

Tonight, I'm cutting it myself. ... A shaken bottle of champagne exploded overhead as everyone in the private room erupted into a frenzy. They were celebrating the Corinni family's youngest, most untamable wolf finally slipping his girlfriend's leash. One moment I was the revered future Donna of the family, the next I was a ghost in the corner, unnoticed. Dante was rebellious by nature. He usually scoffed at this kind of crass celebration, and his men practically had to beg him to make an appearance. That was precisely what made this annual "Month of No Masters" all the more thrilling.

His arms trembled as he forced the blade through, slicing through one tendril, but two more replaced it immediately, forcing him back. The Shadow Master watched, hands clasped behind his back, his expression hidden beneath his hood. He glanced at the Mother Tree, pleased to see that the dome was getting smaller and smaller. Soon, it would be weak enough for him to penetrate. His dark magic would spread and find the heart of the Mother Tree which he would use to break the seal keeping his Lord captive in the Underworld.

And scary to boot. “I promise master. I will never align myself with a dark master.” I stated as strong and clear as my voice could manage. He sighed deeply, giving me a long, lasting stare before turning around again and leaving me to pick up the pieces of my life. So much had changed in what felt like very little time. I knew deep down it had been about four or five hours, but everything was so surreal. The revelation that I may one day become a dark master’s puppet was not a comforting feeling. I didn’t want to be bound to a dark master. It was one of the main reasons why I sought out Sir FreeFord. He was the only one willing to teach me what I wanted to know without demanding I become hi

And Dakota nodded his head. "We have the Twelve, a notorious group of powerful individuals, each possessed unique abilities that made them formidable adversaries," Arnold said. "The first one... is... 1) Shadowmaster, the master of darkness, is capable of manipulating shadows to conceal his presence and create an impenetrable cloak of obscurity. We have captured him and he is under our strict watch. We have seen his powers but right now he is weak and doesn't seem to regain his abilities to manipulate anyone of us..." Arnold took a deep breath.