Zachary Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Liar. Not maliciously. Just stubborn enough to ignore danger while chasing answers. “Exactly like that man!” That realization made something cold settle heavily inside him. Sorin watched his expression carefully from nearby before speaking again. “You knew this would happen eventually, didn’t you?” Zachary finally answered this time. “Yes.” “Then why let him do whatever he wants?” A bitter smile appeared faintly across Zachary’s face after the question of Sorin. “Have you ever tried stopping Ezekiel from doing something once curiosity enters his brain?”

He whispered, "I think he's gone insane, Master. It seems that Darryl Darby was the one to make him lose it. No wonder the True Flame Sect's been looking for him since last night." Zacho nodded silently, signaling for Sam to not say anything further. The next second, Zacho imitated Darryl's speaking tone as he flashed Adam a smile. "You sure are a good man, Master Adam. I'll wait for you to re-cultivate, and we'll have a rematch." As he spoke, Zacho was smiling while his eyes flashed murderously. Zacho seemed like a gentleman on the surface but was actually rather cunning and conniving. He was incredibly passionate about learning the ultimate skill of different sects, and he had long since h

It could be blocked but not completely. "All I know is that the master is clashing with a very powerful entity. I can't help him at all. I mainly train in body refinement, and my soul skills are still beginner-level. I just started the Passive Concentration Technique, and I'm nowhere near ready to be of use." Walter felt just as helpless. … Meanwhile, Zacharias' voice suddenly rang out in the arena inside Chase's sea of consciousness. "Don't trust him." "Huh? You're awake?" Chase was initially startled. When he turned and saw Zacharias' ghost-like spiritual form, he was surprised. Honestly, he had been puzzled for a while.

I declared, biting down the bile growing in my throat. What I was doing right now was going to create a tussle between me and Jordy, I was sure of that. But I had no choice. I needed to find out who exactly was working with this thug. I was already too deep into my quest to find out more about him. I couldn’t back down now. "Are you insane?!" Luther was on his feet, fuming. "Zachary can't be interrogated. He's Gamma Micah's son!"

Plenty of people recognized Zachary. They were mostly the people who were at the Auction House before. They were shocked to see Zachary since they knew that he was a Grade 5 Peak Poison Master. However, none of them knew that Zachary had recently advanced. He is now a Grade 6 Novice Poison Master.

The butler hurried to console the old master, "It’s been many years since the incident happened and Master Quimby knows he was wrong, so please forgive him!” "Forgive him?" Old Master Quimby sneered. "I’d like to forgive him, but look at what he did. He lives in South City as well but waited until things went this far before trying to stop it. If he really cared for Zach, why is he only talking about this now?" "You know how much Young Master Zachary hates Master Quimby. He’ll never listen to anything Master Quimby has to say," the butler explained.

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

"Kyra, listen. I didn't bring you here just out of pity. You're my sub, that means it's my responsibility to take care of you, to help you heal and grow. But I have demands too. Needs. This isn't charity." She nodded slowly, heart racing. The air thickened, the contract's weight returning. "I know, Master," she whispered, fiddling with the mug's handle, her voice soft but steady. He studied her, noticing the nervous tic, the way she bit her lower lip just a fraction, endearingly cute, even in vulnerability. "Are you ready to truly enter my world? To trust me with that?" She met his eyes, nerves fluttering like butterflies, but she nodded, a small, determined dip of her chin. "Yes. I'm ready.

"First rest some few days. It looks like you have been over-using your powers too much. Instead of resting I guess you have been all over her. Is it the first time to feel this way?" "Who is talking. Let's go inside and discuss everything with them. We can't keep them in the dark. And what if there is someone after them." "Someone like your old man," Fillion asked as Zane nodded getting back inside. Seeing the two return, Alyssa smiled making enough space for her friend to sit. "So ladies, how do you like Zimicah so far." Fillion started. The two girls told him that it was okay but he knew it was just an answer to shut him on the matter. "Did I tell you that I am a healer and wizard earlier

She knew that the plan was Liza's and Chris somehow was involved in it but she never in million years thought that Xavier was a mastermind behind all of this. He's a great actor. The way he showed anger. The way he behaved all seemed like he was betrayed by her but the truth is. All the drama was scripted by him. Liza and Chris were only pawns in it. And she. A prey. She clutched the blanket dropping her heavy eyelashes. She couldn't handle it anymore. Her body gave up and the last thing she remembered was hearing the crack of the door opening. Xavier stretched his arms making a cracking noise. "Damn I feel so energetic. Will she be awake. I hope so." He grinned before walking towards the ro