Crimson Fists Chapter Master Novels & Stories

“I told you – the master is gone –“ Quickly, before he can see me move, I rip my claws again over his face – raking some in the fresh wounds I just placed there, but also opening some new ones for good measure. He screams, then, at the pain of it, his hands flying to cover his wounds. But I slash at those next, letting my claws cut deep, severing several fingers and slicing deep into the tendons of his hand so that they are useless to him now – for the rest of his short life. The Priest screams again, falling flat to the floor next to the curled forms of his sliced fingers, staring up at his mangled hands. “TELL ME!” I roar, leaning over him now, “Or by your God’s own name I will do it AGAIN

I wondered what the fuck her mind would be doing right now if she knew what I was doing. My brain halted in its tracks as I took in the well-dress black suit presence of Critsy walking in with two guards by his side in matching suits. His long red hair that went just passed his ears had to be taking all of the other guests by surprise but still there he stood. We made eye contact and I waited for him to look away in anger as he’d been for so long knowing I’d killed his companions but instead today he gave me a nod and smile then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it himself. My entire body exploded into goosebumps and I knew, the Crimson Priestess had struck again. This was why he was h

“Luca… hold on. I will not let him—” But the Master’s laughter cut him off, dark and endless, echoing across the water. “You can’t protect everything, Saintwalker. Not everyone survives the game you’ve chosen.” Riven’s fists ignited, bond blazing, storm energy whipping around them, every muscle screaming. “Watch me.” Luca’s eyes locked with his, blazing with determination. “Together. One way or another.” The figure in the crimson chains convulsed, energy crackling along their restraints. And then, as lightning split the sky above, the Master vanished, leaving the dock in blinding chaos, the storm, and one horrifying truth: the next sacrifice was imminent, and time was running out.

The moment the first black-armored master stepped on the parallel line of the crimson whistling arrow, the attack came down. In front of him, a fist as big as a casserole came like a meteor. The poor black-armored master only had time to raise the shield in his hand. The next moment, his body, together with the shield which was a top-grade magical weapon, was smashed by the fist in an instant. Broken white bones splashed, and blood spurted out. It was as simple as smashing a watermelon with a siege hammer. This kind of violent strike had a visual impact that was shocking.

He raised his fist over my face. “Go ahead,” I challenged him. “You don’t want me, but you don’t want to reject me. You forbid me from rejecting you. Fuckin’ kill me, then, asshole. Do it!” I didn’t flinch when he smashed his fist into the ground next to my head. He sprang to his feet and hauled me up with him, grabbing me by the front of my shirt. “I ought to show you who your Master is the old-fashioned way,” he hissed in my face. “Would you like that?”

“How you made me bleed? How you nearly cost me my life? But yet, your master let it slide like it was a norm for a student to attack a master," Bryce’s stomach twisted but he remained mute. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, but Klaus’s words burrowed into him. The master’s voice lowered, darkened, dripping with promise. “Tonight, I’ll return the favor. I’ll fuck you until you beg death to take you. And when you do, when your body breaks and your voice shreds, I’ll finish what you started.” His eyes gleamed, cruel and alive. “I’ll slash your cock clean off, the way you did to me.”

Rosevelt's POV I don't know how master Ethane managed to find me but I'm glad he did. His eyes had changed color again this time to red like when he saw those maids talking ill about me. I think when his eyes are red it means anger. I tried to calm him down but he wasn't listening to me. He was hell bent on strangling the guy who had pinned me down. While he was strangling him one of the other guys woke up and hit my master on the head with a stick.

With all the strength I had left, I raised my leg, and almost succeeded in kneeing him in the groin, but he caught my leg, and a new kind of anger blazed from his eyes. "You stupid bloodclat whore! I'm going to teach you just why you should not mess with me." I raised my chin, hiding the fear in my voice. "You are the one messing with yourself asshole. Do you know what Vampires do to filthy things like you who do not know their place." Annoying him was a wrong move to make -- I saw that as I watched his eyes turn red with anger, but I could not back down now. I raised my chin even a notch higher. "If you do not get off me this instant, I would make you regret the day you were born."

Ashley Winston grinned, "It's my pleasure, master." Klaud caressed his temple, moved a little bit away from her. "You looked nervous! Why don't you touch your food?" She asked him, took the chicken's breast, and placed it into his plate. Ashley won't stop with her plans until she succeeded. But the more she tried to steal his heart, the more he ignored and shunned her away. "Excuse me! I just wash my hands for a second." "Sit down or she will be dead right now." Chris Anderson closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and scared the man who came from of his flesh and blood.

“Master I-'' she was going to refuse his order but before she could complete her any other word the screaming sound of Chloe roared throughout the basement. He smirked at her pale face when she jerked her head towards the glass window where that guard gave a cut over her arm. Blood was flowing through the cut vigorously. She understood that if she dared to talk about it or refuse he would cut her or go to kill her. Tears started flowing through her eyes making it red but he wasn’t stooping her but actually waiting for her to finish her task to fuck her again. With a heavy heart she turned towards the first man and started approaching him slowly. He was bruised heavily that it was difficult t