Master Of Crows Novels & Stories

My chest tightens as I tear the box open until the flaps open. And there it is. A white mask with black and golden stripes. My breath stops. That mask. I know what it means once I recognize it. The Masters. The real ones. The ones behind everything. The ones who sit in shadows while the world burns at their command. My fingers curl into fists. I don’t touch it. I can’t. Not yet. Instead, I close the box immediately and seal it again. My jaw tightens. They’re inviting me. I grab the box and walk out quickly.

The setup was too well-thought-out. They seemed to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. They pulled hard, causing my hands to feel sore from the effort. Once they finished eating, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. And today, I was ready... "Master, it's time to begin training. Please take off their masks." "Okay." Hearing her request made me tremble with excitement. Since she had asked, I immediately complied. Curious to see what they looked like, I couldn't wait to uncover their identities.

Chapter 30. Madness in the Music Room In one smooth and swift sweep into the music room, Master Fenn had assessed the entire predicament and his now unfurled wings, of mottled brown, curtained the crumpled form of the raven servant, which was now curtained and out of the Peacock Prince's view. He realised with a cruel sense of irony, how her form crumpled like that of the towels outside the room.

As he wraps his arms around me, I whisper into his chest, “I’m sorry Master.” “Shh… It’s okay, my pet…” I then hear the door open again and see Finn walk back in. I freeze and tense in the Master’s arms once again. As the door closes and I hear that click, I panic and struggle against the Master once more whimpering, “No, no, no, please… Master…” My vision goes blurry with the tears flooding them and I can’t breathe. I struggle more and more, as it seems like the Master’s arms are getting tighter and tighter around me. I look up at the Master once more. My vision then darkens as I collapse into his arms.

Cynthia looked at Carlo with more suspicion when she heard him called Third Master, she remembered that the person who took Carlo away also called him Third Master. Carlo's eyes were cold as he said, "Come in." Debby cowered in fear at the sight of the third young master's eyes that looked like he was about to eat someone, and carried the porridge to Cynthia and said warily, "Miss Cynthia, please eat some food." Cynthia looked at Debby and then at Carlo, took the bowl of porridge and ate it, it was sweet glutinous rice porridge with red beans in it and it warmed her heart.

"Mr. Jose, you... what's wrong with you?" Jerry Crowe was shocked that his body was shaking. He said haltingly, "Mr. Jose, what did I do wrong?" Master Jose began to grind his teeth and replied angrily, “You are just an errand dog to me! How dare you offend Young Master Lloyd. Are you tired of living? Good! Today I will drag you into my crocodile sanctuary and chop your body up for breakfast food for my pet crocodiles!” In an instant, even Jerry Crowe felt himself blown to pieces. He was so scared that he sat limply on the floor.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art had been transformed into something obscene. Ten thousand white roses climbed the pillars of the Great Hall. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling on invisible wires, throwing fractured light across seven hundred guests in black tie, all of them holding champagne and pretending they weren’t looking at each other. A twelve-piece orchestra played something restrained and expensive near the fountain. The air smelled like perfume, money, and the particular kind of tension that happens when too many powerful people are crammed into one room.

“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.”

Marcus nodded. "Consider it done." Elsewhere – The Master Watches Far from the battlefield, in the darkened outskirts of the city, a man in black stood on a balcony, watching the flames consume what was left of The Crimson Lotus. A wine glass trembled in his grip. His jaw clenched. "Renjiro has failed." Behind him, a masked figure knelt. "Yes, sir. The Crimson Lotus is no more." The Master’s fingers curled into a fist, his rage seething beneath his composed exterior.

“The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.” I sucked in a breath at that, and he smiled at me. “We were sent to your mate a few weeks ago to kill him, but for some reason I cannot explain this time, my Master wishes to toy with him for a bit. I will not explain