Crimson Fists Chapter Master Novels & Stories

he hissed. I turned, trying to move towards the door, but his fist slammed hard against the wall, just missing my face by an inch. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes wide as I stared at the man before me, “Did you…” I shook my head, stopping myself from speaking out. I wasn’t going to give him the attention that he wanted. I wasn’t going to let him think that he had won.

I said. " So unbelievable to let myself be fooled,of all days you would do this is the day I am vulnerable and nearly drunk.....Fred!" He shouted. I flinched at his voice. I should have listened to Fred and seeped my lips. Fred came in ,he looked at me and back at the Master. "Take her, whip her twenty times, throw her into a dungeon , starve her for two days, then you can let her try to seduce me on my family's memorial ...how shameless can you be,"Master Chris said.

Mama Sarah's frown deepened, she was wondering where May had learnt how to be shameless, the old man here must be her teacher. Mama Sarah retorted coldly "who are you to spout nonsense?" Master Fist Punch's eyes widened after he heard that, he had never been insulted like that before, with scarlet eyes. "Very well, then, since you have not tasted the power of my fists, you don't know what is good for you" he snorted coldly. And closed his eyes, and punched forward, he couldn't bother fighting ants, they will taint his eyes. A strong punch aura rushed towards Mama Sarah from his casual punch, Mama Sarah swatted her hand, and a ball of air padded it away.

He then stomped down on the ground, creating cracks with his power that stretched toward the masters. Bam! Bang! Boom! They coughed blood and were thrown off, getting knocked unconscious on the spot. “Grandmaster!” One of the master-level fighters who was about to attack screamed, “Get Master Mason and the others!” Three grandmasters then put themselves in Kayson’s way. “Kid, this is the Friths’ place. There’s no room for your insolence!” one of the grandmasters snarled coldly in anger. Kayson looked at them and said, “I told him to get the Smasher out. Did Clifford Frith not understand me?”

Until we stand together, he and I; two naked souls. I lay my palms on his chest: pale skin and a scatter of dark hair with the odd silver intruder. Trailing down, it tightens to a narrow line over his belly before merging with the wiry tangle at his groin. My Master's shaft is twitching to life and I encourage it with a single fingertip; a long slow glide over satiny skin, from the base to the tip. He inhales sharply, his head falling back as his erection pulses larger and harder to stand against his belly. As it stiffens, I wind the fingertip around the ridge, then over the head where a dewy drop is forming. His fingers lace into my hair. "That's it. That's wonderful..."

My Master is sitting on the sofa drinking whiskey, he looks me up and down, I walk over to him and kneel in front of him, my head down, I hold my breath, feeling my muscles tighten. My Master pulls my hair, and I stand up and walk closer to him, he touches my legs and I open them slightly, his hand moves up my thigh until it reaches my sex, he touches the entrance with the tip of his finger and I close my eyes tightly, feeling it sting. "Your body is refusing my touch." My Master says, there's a touch of sadness there. "Earlier, when we were watching the fights, your body was still accepting mine..." He slid his finger between my inner lips, and I could feel my skin crawling, but in a bad wa

Anyone under the nightmare master’s control wouldn't be normal. So I just stared him in the eyes as I reached up and grabbed his fingers. Once I had a good grip on them, I jerked them backwards hard enough that I heard them snap. The sound was a lot more satisfying than it was supposed to be. He released me instantly, but he was stronger than I thought because only a pain-filled grunt escaped his lips as he snapped him right back into place. The deranged look was out of his eyes, so there was that. “I'll call you Crimson then, as I was saying, Crimson, let's ignore what happened… It was a lapse in my mental state.”

I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me. "It was either that or blunt force. What would you rather me do? After she took down the other Assassins she became completely unhinged. You couldn't talk to her to save her life." Master spoke passively, never raising his voice. It was like he had a natural passive aura. Or maybe he just knew Drake well enough to not be afraid of his leaders rage. Either way it was a weird encounter to witness. Drake sighed angrily and motioned for me towards the bed. It was a cot like bed with chains attached to the wall. I eyed him warily, not taking my eyes off of him as I walked to the bed. As I sat, Drake righted the chair that I had toppled him

What--- what the hell just happened? “Be angry with me all you want, but you leave my Muse out of this!” Ani snapped with an authority I’d never heard him speak before. Hell, it felt as if the whole castle was holding its breath as the Master’s fury blazed. The silver veins on the walls seemed to crack and flash like thunder, mirroring the emotional turmoil of the horned beast... “The same way you kept mine out of it back then?” Erebus gritted between clenched teeth, stubbornly, and struggled to glance up at the man who kept him by his feet.

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