Master Of The Dark Arts Novels & Stories

Zorean roared as he threw the indestructible Dark Arts ‘Wheel of Death’ towards me. However, I was not called the Grand Master of the Dark Arts for no reason and as the volume of the song systems amplified further, I jumped up high and shouted, “DARK ARTS NET OF CAPTURE !!!” while flipping over the Death Wheel which soon after, changed its course to follow me.

Jumping off the bridge, I got into my training mode and since, I was not 18 years old yet, I could not shift. Hence, I had been training my human form to get on par with the strongest of the warriors while working upon my skills on Dark Arts. Yes. Dark Arts. The Dark Overlord had to be defeated and killed in his own game and not to toot my own horn but I was surprisingly a natural Master of the Dark Arts. After a satisfactory session near the waterfalls, I traced back my path to my dorm and leaped back my way to the window to evade the security personnel at the reception.

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?

He know all the martial arts master had. To be continued.....

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."

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?

However, he failed in the fulfillment of his obligation. "It's our mistake, master. Try not to make your hands grimy for that knave's blood. We are extremely sorry for the deeds." Sen followed to say. "Kindly rebuff us, master." Somebody had given his lord a solid portion of aprohdisiac (sexual enhancer). On the off chance that his master was not all around trained to control his body and want, yesterday was the last day of their lord's life. Yet, he was alive, his foe should regret not shooting him to death. After all, he was known as a walking Demise God in this world. Every person who saw him was not alive in this world. However, it was so neglectful and undutiful to them not to notice th

Cynthia wondered why he stood below his stage, and also close to the wall like he was a servant. “Master,” she acknowledged and bowed her knee. “No. Not tonight,” the Master whose hand was outstretched to stop her from acknowledging him stated. He glanced at the entrance by the platform and looked back at Cynthia. Then he placed his hands behind his back again. “Bow, Cynthia,” he ordered and she bowed totally on the floor, facing the stage. She was scared before, but it had been tripled. The Grand Master of The Vrek Cult was the scariest and one of the most dangerous men alive. She had never even seem him casually standing alone before. He had never stepped foot below his platform stage befo

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.