Books Like Masters Of Death Novels & Stories

Summer quickly gave way to autumn and autumn turned to winter without them losing their resolve. As news of The Five’s death spread, so did the rumors about the assassin who killed them and the enemy troops who surrendered without so much as being hunted. They would often walk into Tane’s camps with their arms above theirs heads and weapons tightly secured. Mikail found himself often waking in the night with her name on his lips and within a day or so, a note would be found from her telling him one way or another to leave her alone.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Fae rode Draekons, Shapeshifters were powerful creatures and Pixies were tricksters who challenged any kind of hierarchy in the magical world. Soon enough, Rhae turned to Aynyra to find her fast asleep, cuddled up to her shoulder. She slowly lay the book down before trying to ease out of the bed. A moan of protest erupted from the sleeping Aynyra who cuddled closer to Rhae's side. Rhae gave in and lay back staring up at the ceiling, wondering what in the world she was doing with the girl she was supposed to assassinate.

She always told me that the best way to get rid of an opponent quickly was to find their weak point. The slave master held his neck, gasping for breath. I didn't let him recover before I unsheathed his knife and sliced his throat. I hadn't killed before, and the slave master's dead body brought a cold chill and stigma to my heart. Instead of rejoicing, I stood still in the same spot, feeling pity for him. Everybody gasped in shock, which made me jerk out of my thoughts and also alerted the other slave master. knowing fully well that time isn't on my side, I run towards the bike, which is now standing 15 feet away from my position.

I am happy that mum taught me how to make tea or I would have died over something so small. Master Chris was poisoned in his mansion and died. I would be made a laughing stock even in my death. I found it funny how masters are always scrutinized ,and looked at from head to toe to see if there is any fault that will be used to laugh at them. It's mainly done by other masters. Nobody can talk to a master without respect or you face their wrath and no one will come to your rescue. It's just like how master tony knew about my arm and I blamed it on Ezra, she really has suffered in my hands.

The Master could be seen approaching the Golden Casket with his dark face beaming with smiles, He stared at Mysterious who just watched from afar, He knows that Mysterious is only but eager to get Armageddon out of his system. The Master got close to the Casket, Immediately his hands touched the Casket, He fell into a trance, He opened his eyes in shock as he saw his Underworld being erased from Existence, He saw himself fighting a powerful being( Rick)

Alot. Ignoring them, I slid into my front seat and got ready for the day's most boring class—literature. After waiting for almost eternity, Killan and Prof. Dean finally stepped away from each other. Seated next to me, Killan's lips stretched into a smirk. “Master, staring at me that way makes it easy for me to read your dirty thoughts.” My cheeks heated up.

The man had, after all, saved my life – no matter how unusual his methods. If the bedroom had been fit for a queen, the bathroom was made for divinity itself! A vast pool of black marble stretched across the room, steam rising faintly, its surface glowing as if lit from beneath. Silver spouts poured crystal water, cascading into the pool with a sound like rainfall. Vines of obsidian crept along the walls, threaded with faintly glowing blossoms, casting soft, dappled light. The Master must like his blacks very much, I thought to myself, but strangely didn’t feel suffocated or claustrophobic by the dark color theme. Instead, it felt as if I was moving in space, surrounded by stars and glowing

And here I was grabbing my stomach, trying to calm myself from the sickening feeling. ‎ ‎To my surprise, Kael let out a wholehearted laugh. "I lost again. Really, why can't you ever pretend to be triggered, I feel like a fool every time." ‎ ‎"Maybe because you are? Just saying." ‎ ‎So, getting a few facts straight, these two with the other one had something to do with the death of the VC. I didn't believe it at first but I'd heard from Sarah that there were three major organizations in the state who orchestrated devices in darkness but didn't conceal it entirely.

The only thing keeping me in my seat is the happiness I can feel rolling off Elle; she’s in her element right now and my need to protect her is overpowered by the need to give her happiness. “You really are so fucking slow.” Harmon taunts Elle. “They can’t clone male versions of shifters, but humans, well thats a different story. He makes little versions of himself and raises them up to believe what he believes; he dies and they take over. The Master will never be gone because they just keep remaking him.” I swear to the Moon Goddess, you can hear a mouse squeak with the silence that follows Harmon’s hissed words. The Master isn’t immortal; he’s just a crazy bastard who literally raises hims