Many Minds Many Masters Novels & Stories

Nonetheless, Fane replied apathetically, “No worries—there aren’t many of them. I would’ve been afraid if all of them were here, though. There are only five masters in the peak stage of the true god-level here while many of them are in the elementary or intermediate stages. If I don’t teach them a lesson, they won’t understand what foolishness it is for them to come to the mainland to chase after us!” Fane’s fighting prowess had stabilized completely and his combat power had increased over the days. The most important thing was that he came alone and was not as apprehensive as other members of the Woods family were not here. Under such circumstances, he did not mind that dozens of so-called

“F*ck, I heard the thunder as well. I thought I might be hallucinating or something. So you heard it too, huh?” “I heard it too…” “What's going on? I also heard it…” Everyone was starting to feel astonished and confused. The two perfect-class master fighters were formidable. If they wanted, they could manipulate ordinary people by hypnotizing them in an instant, making them obey their commands. They could order them to commit heinous crimes including sacrificing themselves. Master fighters were the only ones capable of withstanding such a mental invasion. Of course, they found that it was below them and also unnecessary given their status and the situation.

[Hey beautiful] he replied, seeing his response to her initial DM brought a smile to her face as it had been quite a while since she had been called beautiful. Instantly Anita sat on her bed with her laptop resting on her plump thighs as she responded back. [ Hi my name is Anita, I am 33, single, and slightly disabled…. But other than that I'm pretty much normal lol, or normal as one can be for someone interested in BDSM lol….. I'm sorry I'm just making a very bad first impression….. How has your day been, and thank you for the compliment ], she knew that by allowing her impulsive written thoughts to be sent he might think that she was full-on crazy but, she didn't want to hide her scatterbr

As someone at the pinnacle of existence, there was no reason for him to conceal himself. ‘Could there be multiple world masters?’ Adrian questioned silently, convinced of what he had seen. It was inconceivable that he could have fabricated it. The problem was the discrepancy between his observations and the descriptions in the immortal world. The only explanation was that there might be multiple world masters, or perhaps there was no world master at all. Adrian felt that the once-clear image before him had become obscured again. He no longer knew what the truth was. Just like training—everyone knew about it, but if one asked why they trained, many couldn’t give a clear answer. Blind followin

I could tell that he was going to say something extremely stupid, so I tensed. "You'll fit in with the other incompetent people we are...sharing housing with." I punched his and glared at him. If this guy was close to the Master, he was going to get us in trouble. He passed me a dirty look before averting his gaze to the fire. "Your 'Master', as you call him, has his reasons for the people he chooses. Just as he has his reasons for having you. I've known him practically my entire life. Odd man, but gets his results." I suppose he had a point. Still annoying none the less. No one would understand the dark and twisted ways of life like we did. Our lives where filled with dark irony, something

You know how thieves thought everyone was a thief? Well, cheaters did too. Thalia could see the wheels in Gideon's head turning. In the past, she wouldn't have thought anything about the look he gave them but after seeing his true colors, she started to notice a few things she might have ignored. Like the little smirk on his lips. It was only for a second but she saw it and she had to wonder what he was thinking.

Have you ever heard that the 'master of the master is the master of all the masters. If not then you must not know what I meant and if you have heard it before somewhere and related something then you might don't know anything because the only person and the being who knows everything is the narrator (me). King may be a wizard, and in fact a god but… Abdi is not a god nor a wizard but ageless…,? Sometimes I think to be more kind to you and yes, this is the time when I'm going to tell you something important and something utter with secrets.

Lou glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "You are right, my lord. But, if I may ask, why doesn't it apply to Miss Naomi Lee?" "Ah, that woman ...." Enrico rubbed his chin, he seemed to be in thought. "When she became the only woman who managed to break through the territorial boundaries I built, I somehow felt that from that moment on she had become a part of me. And I would never let go of something that was already mine, Lou." Lou didn't talk about it anymore. He actually could have guessed why his master did not let Naomi even though the woman had a lover. Lou finds it strange, why Naomi refuses his master when the women are even queuing and trying to approach him in various ways.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

I had to clamp my mouth shut, to prevent any encouraging sounds from slipping. My mind was in conflict with my body. While my body wanted to go further in exploring the strange new feelings, my mind screamed at me to put a halt to it. *He might be dreaming or even thinks you're someone else. Don't let this go further.* My subconscious nagged me.