Master Of Iron Novels & Stories

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

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.

Sighing, Dunley said, "You've probably never heard of this before, but in the martial arts world of Daneast, the four most prominent figures are known as One God and Three Grandmasters. "The god, of course, refers to Bryndor Morne, the War God of Daneast. As for the three grandmasters, the first is Seward Joslin, the High Priest of Radiant Hall. The second is Greta Cavanaugh, the former leader of the Lunaria Order and Isolde's mentor. "And the third is the man before you right now, the diviner, Calix Amato. If I were at my peak and uninjured, I wouldn't need to fear him, but now…"

I would always remember what it felt like. 'That would feel like a feather's touch if you do not exchange places with me right away. I will fucking belt you if you take a second longer, Avalyn.' A tremble shot down my spine at Master's words and I shut my eyes to focus again. 'Forget Gonzalez. Forget everyone else. Focus on me. I'm your fucking Master. Not him. Me. Only me. You do as I say. You follow my command. Now, do as I fucking say. At once!' Another tremble shot down my spine at his words. I heard some noise and my eyes snapped open and that's when I realized that it had worked! My powers worked!

I told him. “Have you enjoyed practicing with Linda? I'll get Aiden to continue training with you from tomorrow and then I'll get you a master who will teach you both combined" he said, adding information that I had no previous knowledge of. This time I turned to look at him, “A master? What's that?" I asked. He seemed pleased that I was finally listening to him, “Well a master basically is like a guru. He has knowledge in both combat and healing. He can teach you both combined. How to fight and heal at the same time” he explained.

“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.”

Jonah held his breath, marvelling yet again at how quickly the Master could go from joking and jovial to chilling and terrifying. It still wasn’t clear how the Master really felt about that bitch Iris running away, it still wasn’t obvious which face being shown was his real one – and then it came to Jonah in a blinding flash that neither was true in this moment, none of his feelings or faces were true, ever. The real Gideon was a mystery and always had been; his strength came from keeping his followers off-balance and guessing. He gained power through the weakness of others, he used mind games and nothing more.

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

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

A slender silver chain hangs around my neck, with a dewdrop in jade which rests in the cleft of my collarbone. Movement from beyond the door; the creak of footsteps; I sit up, arranging my hair to drape over my shoulders and breasts. He stands, haloed by the light spilling through. He has something in his hand, but I can't see what. "Charlotte?" "Master." I hold out my hands, welcoming him. Wearing his suit and shirt, his polished shoes, he approaches me slowly, almost hesitantly, as though he's nervous... My Master? Nervous?