The Dark Master Novels & Stories

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

He should be here by now, Zatima had already warned him and he sure should be waiting until dusk. Bang! The door opened aloud. The light was dimmed. But there were the master sitting to how he has always been. "Hello Niko Darklin!" he greeted. His hands signed for Zatima to leave the place. Zatima on the otherhand recieved the order and planned to visit Cryp while she left Niko talking with the master. "And you think no one will find you!" the grandmaster started to grumble and stood fast. Walk infront to approach Niko who was already on his knees freshly wounded.

I was screaming inwardly as a range of emotions erupted inside of me. My owner—Matteo, the dark lord, just sat in his chair, giving me a stare that meant "and so what?" How could he? Bringing me this far, to a high and then, leave me to hang and dry? Why does he look for any excuse to punish me? He always wants to show me that he runs the show and controls the pace. After all, he was the Don, the fucking boss of the mafia. People call him the dark lord.

She needs to fear him. And this was the time to claim what was his. He leaned his face down to her ear brushing his lips against her earlobe. He whispered making her gulp down. “Are you ready Mio Fiore?” Claim this body it’s yours, Just don’t expect to have more than that. ______________________________________ This book is a dark romance containing a heavy erotic theme a lot more than Yes, Master. So beware. Also next will be updated soon. Don’t forget to like and comment.

They also don't come every day, but only a few times a week. Unfortunately, the rogues who were caught did not want to open their mouths until the end of their life, and it made it difficult for the palace to find the mastermind behind all this. But they know little information, even if it's just a greeting. They called him 'The Great Venerable Dark Lord.' "Are you sure they will mess up again today, Beta?" Danny asked. Beta Romeo took out the rolled-up paper under his shirt and then unfolded it into a broadsheet.

A breeze, that is when the orc notices that someone is coming to the chambers, a guess. For those who have the headmaster title are the ones that control the Circle and its duties. There has only been one headmaster in the generations since the making of sky world and he walks a path down though he is another but humanoid and resembles more like a creature from the dark below. The creatures’ skin is dark blue and his eyelids blink from side to side instead of up and down. Tendrils stick out of both sides of his lower cheek bones and his throat. Among his shoulders, he wears a black fur clock that is only granted to the highest master of the Circle and like most of the other masters, his body

He smiled, “my name is Derek Erwin Russell, middle name after my grandfather who raised me. I'm 29 and a Sagittarius. My mom … slept around a lot from a young age, she only cared about money and status and blah blah, I don’t think she even knew for sure who my father was for a long time. I lived with my grandparents from infancy. My mom later married my real father and wanted us all to be a happy family but I could care less. It’s all so fake. I mean my grandfather is a complete stuck up snob, don’t get me wrong, but you know where you stand with him, he is straightforward and I try to be that way too.” I raised my eyebrow at that, “really because it literally seems like everything about you

I never understood how can he be an alpha or how he even managed to hide his twisted underground work all this time without being caught. But then again, I wasn’t really surprised by his presence. I saw him in my vision, the hidden silhouette and with the collar around the wolf’s neck. It just means that his actions were controlled or more likely supervised by a certain master. Vetino. It all made sense to me now. “It’s a tad foolish of you to proclaim your presence, don’t you think?” With one final step, he stood tall in front of me, dismissing the other man besides me with a simple look.

"The setback is temporary, Vorn. The Dark Master's subterranean lines are preparing a counter-offensive. Once we breach the western water wells—" "Save your lies for your human whore!" Vorn roared, slamming his armored fist onto the oak table, cracking the wood in half. "You promised us forty thousand bars of Blood Moon gold! You promised fertile southern farming valleys and sovereign titles once the human Regent was dead! Instead, my men are boiling belt leather to survive the freeze while your little Saintess hangs your ambassadors from the fortress battlements!"