All Living Things Kneel Before Your Master Novels & Stories

“Teach her to be more careful!” My heart stops as Domenico crouches down to me. I freeze and keep my eyes glued to the ground as he finally speaks, his baritone making me shudder. “Why do you keep bothering my mother with your clumsiness? Can’t you pull yourself together once?” His calm voice is a thousand times worse than her screaming. I shake my head, as I clasp my hand to my tattered dress to keep my blood from staining the floor more. “I- I’m sorry, master,” I whisper, hoping not to enrage him.

“Young Master Hanshu wants you to kneel before him, so you kneel and apologize for what you’ve done. Or else, don’t blame us for being rude!” The two of them went up to Andrius and attempted to make him kneel. They were still young and did not want to die.

I looked down. Everyone was on their knees. The entire clearing that held hundreds of wolves from Black Moon and every allied pack, had dropped to the ground in perfect, reverent silence. Children knelt beside their parents. Elders bowed so low their foreheads nearly touched the grass. Even Donald—my Donald, the Alpha who everyone feared and referenced, who commanded armies and never bowed to anyone, had sunk to one knee, head lowered, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of wonder and fierce pride.

I say, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him in. " Woah! Okay..... I think this is a good time to mention I hate being controlled," he grabs the book and puts it down on the counter before grabbing both of my hands and lifting them above my head. " I'm your king little flower. I say you do. I'm your lord and your my slave." My heart literally skips a beat before it starts pumping blood like I'm running for my life. The wall on the back of my hand feels cold as his eyes bore into mine.

“And what do you want me to become?” “That is for you to decide,” he said, and his eyes held hers in a way that made her pulse stutter. “But understand this: once you cross this line, there is no going back. You will see my world. You will see me. And you will have to choose if you can handle both.” Nina felt the weight of his words, the gravity pressing against her chest. She understood now that this was not just a task. It was initiation, exposure, an entry into a life she had never imagined. A life filled with power, obsession, and danger.

They stood motionless, eyes wide with disbelief, with awe. Then, one by one, they bowed. It started with Kael, his golden eyes filled with emotions I couldn’t name. He dropped to one knee, pressing his fist to the ground in submission. Lyanna followed, her proud golden gaze locking onto mine as she bent her head in silent reverence. Then, the others followed. Hundreds—no, thousands—of werewolves, warriors, and survivors alike, knelt before me. The sound of knees hitting the earth was deafening. A wave of respect, of devotion, of acknowledgment surged through the air.

It stood motionless before me, its hollow, glowing eyes fixed on my own, and then, slowly, deliberately, it lowered itself, folding down onto one knee in the frozen dirt exactly the way Tessa and the others had knelt before me months ago, an act of submission so absolute and unexpected that the entire battlefield seemed to still around us. I stood frozen, my blade still raised, staring down at a creature that should have torn through our defenses without effort, kneeling instead as though I'd commanded it directly, though I had done nothing, said nothing, understood nothing about how or why this had just happened at all.

She is kneeling and bowing her head down, I am forced to do so. The master of the army, lord Biel rode his horse and went on with his two royal guards. My mother lifts me up and look me in my eyes, “My dear, we do not speak that way with the master. We cannot speak and argue with the law. They are chosen by our Holy God to rule over us. We just need to follow them and never argue with the rule.” “But mother! How can they let a little child die?”

I had to. Yaz strutted across the open field like a king. He sat down on the oversized throne he’d placed in the middle of the ground. A bell rang out as two servants flanked his sides. As if on command, my people—my pack—began to gather. They knelt before him, their heads bowed, the life drained from their bodies. "Bow before your one true god," Yaz boomed. And they did. They all bowed, the words "our one true god" spilling from their lips like a broken chant.

In a mystical world within the body of an immortal, a great ruckus was happening. “Master! It has appeared once again!” A good disciple knelt on the floor. He prostrated before his teacher which had given him his everything in short. This very man had saved him in the past and until this day, he has not forgotten his pledge of allegiance and service to this person. The disciple was content in doing so. He had no ambitions for himself, only to the happiness of his benefactor. To call him a slave was much more fitting than a disciple in this day and age.