Master Of The Dark Arts Novels & Stories

Her voice, whenever she did speak to them, was heavy as centuries. "My faithful servants," she started, her tone cutting through the stillness like a blade. "Our Master stirs restlessly in his cell between worlds." The kneeling figures shook as a whole. The mere mention of their Master sent fear coursing through their veins. They had seen him briefly in their visions, felt him behind the walls that held him captive. He is darkness personified, bottomless hunger, the kind of power that would devour all life and re-shape it in his own form.

James was already familiar with the two as he had fought with them previously while ascending Mount Nothingness. One of them was Mount Nothingess’ War God, Karter. The other was Mount Nothingness’ Annihilation God, Xosha. Karter and Xosha greeted him respectfully, “Greetings, Your Holiness.” Although James’ cultivation rank was low, he was the current master of Mount Nothingness. He had gained the Holy Master of Nothingness’ approval and was these powerhouses’ new master. James nodded lightly. “Mhm.” Wystan said, “Our Holy Master’s destination is the Dark World. The Dark World is a very strange place, so it’s best we take more precautions and protect his safety.”

It was also great that their faces were covered, making it more difficult for the Master to see through their lies. “Don’t lie to me” Dominic’s smile turned cold when he heard Mane’s voice. His master contacted him and commanded that he retrieve the artefact if he valued his life. Dominic wasn’t fearful of death – mainly because he knew that the Dark God wouldn’t kill him. At least the Dark God wouldn’t kill him yet since there was still so much he needed Dominic for. But his master didn’t need to kill him to make his life miserable. The Dark One had a high level servant with him called Lina. Lina was an expert at torturing people in both body and mind. Anyone and anything that fell into her

"The most infamous soul-based dark art at the time was called the Red Moon Reincarnation Requiem. It was the most sinister of them all, requiring the user to kill and steal souls constantly in order to progress. "The thing about dark arts is that once you start practicing them, it's incredibly difficult to retain a sense of self. When it involves the soul, it gets even worse. Most practitioners never make it to the end. "However, one old bastard mastered the Red Moon Reincarnation Requiem. My mentor only realized it much later because the guy was extremely careful. It took him a whole year to track him down and finally eliminate him." Felix's expression shifted at that. "Wait… Are you tellin

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

A housekeeper lets me in and tells me Damien’s expecting me in his study, and I walk there with the canvas under my arm like a shield. He’s at his desk when I come in, jacket off, sleeves rolled, and he looks up in a way that makes my chest go tight and stupid. “I wanted this man” I want him to fill me up with his cock…shut up Lucas! I snapped back. “Anastasia said you’d be reviewing on her behalf,” I say, too fast, setting the canvas against the wall. “So I hear.” He comes around the desk, studies the painting for a long moment really studies it, not the polite glance-and-nod I expected. “It’s good. Better than good.”

A Beast Tamer Master sometimes can understand the spirit beasts' language. A Music Master is a profession that can use instruments as weapons. They will use any instrument to hypnotize or control the mind of anyone who would hear the instrument. They could also kill someone by making their heart beats fast, and explode their eyes and ears. An Armament Master is a profession that could able to make extraordinary weapons, ships, armors, and more. A lot of cultivators wanted an Armament Master to build their weapon as they could build a divine weapon if they reached a certain level.

“How you made me bleed? How you nearly cost me my life? But yet, your master let it slide like it was a norm for a student to attack a master," Bryce’s stomach twisted but he remained mute. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, but Klaus’s words burrowed into him. The master’s voice lowered, darkened, dripping with promise. “Tonight, I’ll return the favor. I’ll fuck you until you beg death to take you. And when you do, when your body breaks and your voice shreds, I’ll finish what you started.” His eyes gleamed, cruel and alive. “I’ll slash your cock clean off, the way you did to me.”

he gently put it on the ground and sat obediently in front of him as if he were his master " Tame" I thought we wanted to continue surprised " He has the power of taming, that's why he obeys " Zayn smiled beside him and a great arrogance came forward and hit the wolf's chest hard as if to provoke him, but the other stared at him silently and coldly, and his thick black fur was flying because of the high air " naughty cat " sneered, with Darkle smiling sideways at his eldest son's arrogance Zayn leaned in front of Ardina, her mouth wide open, to gently hug her to his chest