The Dark Master Novels & Stories

He spoke with a guttural voice and his words earned a low growl from the person in the dark. "It's been six thousand years already, do you think she's the one?" The one in the dark spoke with a voice that was terrifying enough to make anyone shit their pants.. "I'm certain. She's the one our master has been looking for, also she's the Mate of Nicklaus Grey." The tall man smirked coldly and his obsidian eyes seemed to glow.. "Our master will rise again and this time we'll take back what rightfully belongs to us. "

“Alpha King… yes. Sabotage. Someone is feeding information to the enemy… again. But this time, it’s coordinated with the Shadow’s master’s main assault.” Raven’s eyes narrowed. “Then we root out the traitor immediately. No one jeopardizes the sanctuary.” Lucian flared, golden wings slicing the chaos. “Kid… betrayal is as dangerous as any enemy. But remember, even in betrayal, unity can overcome.” The Shadow’s Master Emerges From the center of the battlefield, a massive wave of darkness surged, and the Shadow’s master appeared. Towering above soldiers and creatures, its eyes burned red, and its aura radiated ancient malevolence.

“I felt… him. The Master… he was everywhere inside me.” Riven’s grip tightened. “But you did. You fought. Together, we won.” Wolf and Tessiah approached cautiously, keeping eyes on the dissipating shadows. Saint stumbled to them, tears streaming, lungs ragged. “Riven… Luca… you actually—” Before he could finish, a new wave of darkness erupted from the remnants of the portal. The Master’s form, more monstrous and fragmented than before, emerged, a gaping maw of shadow and energy. His laugh was a thousand whispers of hate.

But I could never trust them again. "Tell me how you knocked me unconscious, then maybe I will be willing to work with you." I saw Master stiffen as Drake turned on him, his face filled with rage. The dark storm brewed angrily in his eyes as he stared him down. Was this not mentioned to Drake? How interesting that they would keep this from him. Assessing the relationship, it looked like Drake was in charge and not actually the Master. Master, was much like the Henchman. An actual henchman. So what was really behind this group that they worked so hard to form? "You what?" Drake spat angrily. I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me.

I said. "Let's start with them so I don't have any surprises sneaking up on me from behind." He told me to lead him to where they were. I led him to the dungeon and he crowded close behind me as he told me to open the door. Opening the door, Mistress Dark was seated in her favorite chair with the guy slave undergoing more pussy licking training. She had on a bustier. Everyone else was buck naked. Rose and Slut were fastening the other two slaves in training to St. Andrew's crosses, facing outward. Mistress Dark looked up, saw me with a police officer standing behind me with a gun pointed at them. She told the guy to stop licking her and remain still, for everyone to remain calm.

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.

He was strange, like the others, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, his form somehow wrong. Aria Nightshade, he said, his voice carrying the same chilling quality as the messenger from before. You think you have won. You think this battle means something. But you have only delayed the inevitable. Aria stepped closer, unafraid. Tell me about your master. The prisoner smiled, a terrible expression that held no warmth. My master is older than your first, older than your world, older than the moon itself. He has watched you rise, watched you grow, watched you defeat his servants one by one. And he is pleased.

Andreios whispered sweetly once he was standing close to the man. "Y-Yes." Damon's voice cracked as he felt sweaty all of a sudden. The heat coming off of the other man rushed back into his own body. He felt hot. "And that would be our Master's?" Andreios pointed towards a gold door right next to theirs. "Y-"

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.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th