Master Gu Novels & Stories

It didn't pass in my mind that this weird shirtless guy is the guild master, heh what a weird man. Well anyway, Master Ruan guided us to enter his office upstairs and offer us warm coffee. We gladly accepted it and the aroma coming from it calms my whole being, lately, coffee and we're like partners in crime. I found myself relying on the power of coffee, it's addicting. Master Ruan finally decided to wear his shirt with his Master's badge on it, he now looks more respectable to me than a while ago, but I give an okay for having a good body build.

I pushed Jenny off me (which took an immense amount of willpower, I can tell you) and got up to peer over the divider. Maurice was sitting on the floor with 288 standing opposite him looking his usual disinterested self. “288,” I said, “how do you feel about the Masters?” He looked up at me and shrugged. He’d never done that before. “They’re alright, I suppose.” I exchanged a look with Maurice. Golems weren’t supposed to talk like that. “Did you read the manual, 288?” I asked him. “Yes. Twice.” The manual had been full of information about how to take control of the Masters’ creations. 288 was one of those creations. Reading it must have been quite eye-opening for him.

A war fought on two fronts is said to be a sure guaranteed lost battle…well, not when you are prepared for all possible scenarios. Selfish people live longer, true. While the smart ones thrive. Grandmaster might have agreed to sit down with his self declared enemy, but he knew that the man would never agree on knowing where Mila was. There was no asking him that direct question. The Grandmaster was not after that either, his main aim for being in this port was to get to the bottom of the attacks. The interior container was designed and well furnished to look like a comfortable mini sitting room. There were a couple of two seater black couches arranged to face each other, separated by a beaut

“Riven Saintwalker. Luca Saint. You’ve come exactly where I expected.” The Master emerged from behind a crane, cloak swirling, golden eyes gleaming like molten metal. Behind him, Bishop and Vex stood, both visibly wary now. But the Master’s aura dominated everything. “You’ve rallied your little group,” he said, voice echoing across the docks. “Admirable. But futile. You can’t win against a plan that’s been decades in the making.” Riven stepped forward, energy coiling around him and Luca like a living shield. “We’ll see about that. You’ve underestimated us before. Won’t happen again.”

Master Fu’s peaceful morning was shattered by the shrill ring of his phone. Grumbling under his breath, he answered, his tone sharp. “What do you want?” The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Master Fu, this is Senior Royale. I’m calling about my grandson.”

The sounds of gunshot could be heard, indicating that the Grandmaster has arrived, all the members of CRADLE scurried to their feet their heads bent in a bow as the bodyguards came in aiming their gun at them. The grandmaster staggered in clutching a dagger to his stomach, he looks like a white man in his early forties but he was in his four hundredth year, no body knows his name, he was said to be ghost, he only come out of his hiding place whenever he had something important. The dagger was deep inside his stomach and blood was gathering around the wound and running down like a fountain, he pulled out the blade that was struck into the side of his stomach and dropped it on the table withou

"You have made a mistake not taking what I have asked you into consideration." I keep eyes level and stare him down, waiting for him to falter, though he holds his gun firmly, so I only but take mine and move it to him even closer. It seems that only one of us will see the end of the day. I have taken that step and walked straight over that line without even blinking. I have said this before, and I will continue to repeat it. I am the Vampire Master, and nobody shall disrespect my wife or me. And to add to that, I will get what I want.

Charlotte My Master has been thoughtful for some days. He sits, brooding in his armchair by the fire, his bad leg propped up to be bathed in the glow and the heat. I know what the problem is, occupying him... Well... one of the several problems... Should I say anything? ? Staying silent isn't helping... I pour two glasses of his favourite Rioja, then join him, pulling up a little stool to sit by his feet. As I offer him the glass, "How's Georgie doing now, Master? Staying over there, by herself in the hotel."

During his time Eric was able to light up eight runes while Genevieve lit up nine runes making them rank at the top of talent lists, his grandfather Sword-saint Predator was able to light up ten runes making him a rarely seen genius, taking these factor into consideration many of the people present believed he will be able to light up eight runes, some believed he should be able to light up nine while some daring ones dared to think he might be able to light up ten runes like his grandfather so they all waited eagerly. The chief priest suddenly appeared on the altar, he was an old man clad in red robes, his silver hair reached his waist and they danced around softly even without the wind he

They looked at me with what I said. “Ow please! I hope that's not your solution! I don't want to go! I don't want to see Warg again! ” Then Brylle suddenly laughed at me. “Don't worry Yana, I have no plans to harm ourselves. We will just find another way to find Master. ” "How is that?" And he suddenly patted my forehead. “You don't need to know everything anymore. Leave that job to us. The important thing is to take care of that Amulet because otherwise I will punish you myself. ”