Many Minds Many Masters Novels & Stories

“It’s not like that… it’s just complicated.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Albert took a deep breath and began explaining. “First things first,” he said seriously. “We never provoke a Master-level cultivator or anyone above that. Those people are terrifying. If a Master comes out of seclusion, entire countries would fight just to gain their favor.” I listened carefully as he continued. “Above Master-level cultivators are Martial Arts Masters. They’re among the strongest beings in the world. Their speed defies physics, and they can manipulate the laws of nature itself. That’s what makes them truly frightening.”

She looked at me, concerned and taken aback. "It is a group of seven men from across the world. They decide the course of the world. Be it politics or the underworld, they control everything.", I stated. "What are they? The illuminati or something?", Akanksha asked, slightly amused. I smiled at her. Obviously it sounded like a stupid subplot of the big villians from movies - but only if it was. " They are pretty similar, but the only difference is The Masters are real. The Illuminati is not..", I stated.

“Master’s treatment is much more profound than what it looks on the surface. What you saw is the lifesaving aspect, but in the wrong hands, it can become a devastating disaster, one that even the heavens cannot reverse.” “The world has become much more complicated and sinister; the ancients are best forgotten.” Neil waved his hand regretfully “But master is unwilling. That is why he is still practicing, hoping that someday, the wisdom of the ancients can be used to truly benefit the world but until then he must guard it.”

He wrote an ‘M’ in the centre of the circle and an ‘S’ at each end of the lines. Turning to his class he said, “The ‘M’ represents the master and the ‘S’ represents the servant which you all are. Now, for every one master, he or she can have up to one thousand servants but because we have the system called Legal Rights, one master is only able to feed once every seven years.” Hearing his words made Caiden frown, he raised his hand and asked, “Mr Mike, why is a master able to have many servants? Can a servant be a master too?”

It was something that Frederick had failed to notice in the shame of his previous conduct. "We also haven't met Brother Mane's masters. But Brother Mane has promised us that he will introduce them to us when we are ready." Jake's voice had a hint of excitement. He couldn't wait to meet his 'masters'. "Masters? You mean he has more than one?" Selina rubbed her temples in exasperation over the kind of information she was receiving. The twins nodded their heads in response, confirming her words. "It does make sense though. A genius like that would have more than one mentor. For him for have more than one teacher and not be overwhelmed is very impressive." Frederick analysed in admiration. Thoug

Next to her sat the person they knew best, who was even disgusted when a woman sat so close to him. Now he even seemed to be sharing food with that girl. “Do you like this recipe?” They all heard how the young master asked in a gentle, deep voice. This made them immediately gape in disbelief. Is that the man over there the young master's twin? But that's impossible, the young master didn't have any brothers that's why he's the onbe and only heir to the Dawson family. “Y-Young M-Ma…” Thomas was just about to call out to him but stopped when Zachary glanced at them and narrowed his eyes sharply.

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

"You guys, don't look at me like that. This is a creation of my master and yes, my master has a habit of concocting easy to remember names on his pill creations. He is special that way." Pepe laughed a few which garnered the result that he wanted. "Young Master Claude, your master is truly a learned man." "Some alchemists nowadays exaggerate the names of their crafts yet only the wisest could remain humble in their profession." "The Dao is endless!" A few remarks here and there which lifted the ego of Pepe. "Yes, my master is indeed the greatest of all masters!" Pepe seconded the praise for his imaginary master as he went with the flow. Ten breaths of mutual face licking and then the show re

I’m pretty sure if Skynet ever gains self-awareness it’ll be because someone accidentally spilled coffee on it. “Yes,” said 288, suddenly coming back to life. “Yes what?” I asked him. “Yes, I think the war golems would be able to destroy the Masters during the welding. The Book says control is a state of mind. The Book says to separate the link between Master and servant requires all connections to be severed. If the Book says it, they will do it.” He seemed very sure, which was good enough for me. In fact I hadn’t felt so positive in a long time.

This master manipulator had observed our every move, studying our strengths and weaknesses, and now sought to test our resolve like never before. The Puppetmaster's actions were shrouded in mystery, leaving a trail of cryptic messages and puzzles for us to unravel. It became a cat-and-mouse game, where every step we took led us deeper into a labyrinth of mind games and psychological warfare. We realized that this adversary was not to be taken lightly, and our lives would never be the same again.