Harry Potter Martial Arts Master Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

shouted Harry as he landed yet another slap on Yunus’s face. “W-what do you want then?” asked Yunus as he gulped. “Oh, I only need you to do something very simple! See, you’ve insulted my sister today and I’ve caught you red-handed! I don’t need your god d*mn money! I need you to kneel in front of me and call me master three times in a row! Actually hold on, master would be too easy. Let’s go with grandpa instead to make things more interesting! While we’re at it, you’ll also need to say how much of a brute you are at the end of each of those three sentences. I’ll forgive you once you’ve done that. How about it?” sneered Harry.

Loud sounds of broken bone permeated the air. "You can consider yourself properly warned" " You... You" At this moment, Aldon Brooks walked over " Heyy Director" "Young Master Aldon, this woman is trying to break into the dinner hall and when we tried to stop her, she broke my hand" " You tried to stop her?" " Young Master.." " You are really bold. I can only say that's quite courageous of you. You are probably the only one in the world who'll attempt to stop her from entering a venue in the entire city."

This time, it was the cat who butted into the conversation and explained to Abby how the spell would work. Knowing that Abby happened to know a thing or two with the Marcelian calligraphy, Jorah and his master, Eugene, believed that it would not post Abby any difficulty in making the spell worked.

I replied to her. “What is he? I have never seen such power as he displays. Yesterday, one of the warriors tried to attack the master while serving him. He was close enough to kill the master, and we all thought he would succeed. But the master killed him without even looking at him or touching him. The warrior just froze and began to bleed from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. There are speculations on what he is, but no one really knows for sure.”

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.

After a while her Master stood up. “Starting tomorrow you can join me at meal time and you can practice the piano for one hour every day.” “Thank you Master.” Arya replied . She looked at him, standing there and expecting something. His eyes were so cold, his look made her feel scared. She knew what he was able to do if he wanted. No need to piss him off, her back wasn’t fully healed yet. “Do you hate me Arya?” “No Master. I have no reason to hate you. I was disobedient and you punished me. I knew the consequences.” She sent him a fake smile, the one she has used so many times before. His face darkened; he knew she was lying.

He patted his chest confidently as he muttered “I will take you there and personally introduce you. The master will take your case if you manage to convince him.” “I have money.” Harry eagerly added, looking like he was holding on to his lifeline “I can pay as much as he asks.” He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin “The master is a bit weird and has a weird temper. Unlike the rest of us, money does not seem to faze him.” “Oh….” Both Matthew and Harry let out a deflated sigh, although their insides were tightening with anxiety, like they had ten thousand butterflies in their stomach; they too knew a weird young master, well maybe not young anymore but had a weird temper and c

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

When he finally met him, he was certain that the rumor was bogus. ‘The aura radiating from his body is so powerful. I’m sure he possesses incredible combat skills. How is it possible for him to be a feeble, dying man?’ Heath was astounded by the situation. Under this sense of oppression, he finally bit the bullet to respond, “Master Harry, you have misunderstood. It was awkward for me to handle the situation in the face of the masses. Therefore, I had to fake my reaction to shut them up.” “Is that so?”

The whole training field is filled with screams and scurrying students. The blonde-haired man who bears an uncanny resemblance to that Sawyer boy charges at me. It does not take me long to know that he must be their dad. Seeing him charging towards me, I only know one thing. He is so conceited that he wants to fight for his children. That is when I lose it. I have a secret that I have not told anyone. I have mastered a martial arts skill that only a few, dream of. If I can concentrate well, I can manipulate wind, water, and fire.