Zachary Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

"He asked me to stay. He was concerned that you'll freak out when you woke, especially when you found no soul inside the house." "Thank you," I whispered. "You won't be. The reason why you are here right now is because of Zachary. That man just got used to everyone bowing to him, and when you didn't, he saw that as if you were challenging him. Just follow what he says, and he will be good for you. Zachary is a kind man if you know him. He is used to being in control and always gets what he wants. That guy has been a spoiled brat since he was young. That's when you fought him; you caught his interest.

Trying to be her hero. Filth wearing a friendly smile. And then, worse, he saw the direction Henry looked before disappearing. At Elena. At his girl. He’s going to do something about it. Kevlar tension tightened beneath Zachary’s skin, every muscle coiling with dark purpose. “Find out who gave him access,” Zachary said quietly, voice dipping into his true register, the one that made men flinch. “And prepare a lesson.” Thomas nodded once. “Understood.” Not destruction yet.

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o

"I can smell that you are lying. You are Death's assassin." Terah folded her hands in front of her arms. "Why did you ask if you already know?" "I want to know if you will lie or not. Well, there's no point in lying to me. I will know if you're lying or if you are aroused." He whispered the last word in her ears. Her face burned. Zachary put his hand on one of his pockets, searched for something, and brought out a key. "Here. I have something to give you as a sign of my honesty."

"Gotcha, Larry." And as I watch, in a slow exhalation, the air escapes her throat. Her eyes lose their focus and freeze into a sightless stare. "Juliana?" She doesn't move, quite still. No lift to her chest. No flutter to her eyelids. "Juliana?" She doesn't move again. I'm quite alone. No-one knows I'm here. No-one is coming. I gaze into the abyss. And the abyss gazes back. ***** 'The Master's Child' Concludes In 'Natale'

Zac. He stood right on the edge of the clearing. Just out of the reach of the fire. But he wasn’t just standing there. He was… I don’t know, vibrating? His eyes weren't normal brown eyes, they were filled with rags and I could see them glowing yellow. They were looking straight at me, then over to Zara, who dangled above the flames. I saw his face. I saw the exact moment something in him just… broke. It wasn’t anger. It was something older, darker. Something primal.

As of this last night, Zachary Oliver is a hot commodity for all the sin-eaters who’s primary goal in life was to capture him and to present him to the Goddess of the underworld who was now an official game master. With no rule to abide and unlimited resources under their disposal--the hunt for the anomaly was officially the hottest gist of the mill among the blood-feeders.

Within Divine Constabulary, other than the president was a veteran Grandmaster, the other three from the Four Great Guardians were Grandmasters, leaving only Zachary as a half-stepped Grandmaster… He was a Grandmaster at first. However, he almost got beaten to death in one important mission later. Even though he managed to survive, his cultivation realm had been knocked down. It was already the limit for him to recover as a half-step Grandmaster. Zachary continued, “During the ranking battle, it’s not only a fight among your respective divisions, but also a fight among the guardians in which I’m not going to mention anymore. After the end of the year, I should be stepping down from my positi

I inhale the decadent scent of the chocolate ganache filling, they look good, and I hope they taste as good too. Ugh, I hope Zac likes it. Killing the heat on the range, I turn to grab the plates. I gasp, as a pair of glowing sapphire eyes are silently studying me. Zac is leaning against the door frame, with his large forearms crossed across his bare, hard chest. Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I can’t help but let my eyes wander down to the only article of clothing he’s wearing- grey sweatpants. My stomach knots at the sight. The sweats hang low on his hips and his not-so-little friend is making his presence well known.

he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed. He got closer to her staring at her womanhood which was opened wide for him. He suddenly does not feel the urge to lay her, he was looking