Master Of Knife Novels & Stories

I am happy that mum taught me how to make tea or I would have died over something so small. Master Chris was poisoned in his mansion and died. I would be made a laughing stock even in my death. I found it funny how masters are always scrutinized ,and looked at from head to toe to see if there is any fault that will be used to laugh at them. It's mainly done by other masters. Nobody can talk to a master without respect or you face their wrath and no one will come to your rescue. It's just like how master tony knew about my arm and I blamed it on Ezra, she really has suffered in my hands.

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

The plan worked out. It was planned that Zatima and Niko will create this situation to fool the grandmaster. They both decided to attack the master in order to reveal his identity as both of them were so curious about this. Niko had to act as if Zatima captured him and already tortured him. By this, they can enter the chamber and no one will doubt them. He was sure faster than the spinner blade to cut his every skin. Niko draw his knife and tried to shoot the master but his skills were ratedly great and he was the man who was known as the strongest after all.

I rushed to the rooms attached to this luxurious one, one was the bathroom and other was a walk-in-wardrobe, I ran inside to find out something sharp and as soon as I opened a few drawers, hundreds of weapons were placed inside it, I took a pointy pocket knife from it and ran to a mirror; I wanted to see myself striving while my soul departs; I took off my tee and dirty pant leaving myself in undies, all my scars on my body were visible to my eyes, as I placed the knife on my wrist and deepen the cut, A doorknob’s sound backed me off immediately, I saw that master staring at my almost naked-body; I tried to cover myself with my exposed parts with my hands. I lurched and hustled to get a cove

Tilting my beer bottle toward him he gave me a sympathetic smile. “Mind if I grab a bottle and join you?” Shrugging I gestured with my hand to my kitchen. Once he joined me he congratulated me for being in first place. “You know that only the top five get positions, and one of the top three is chosen to get their Master,” he said firmly, and I looked at him as I shook my head. “No, I wasn't aware,” I sighed, then added, “I better kick ass then if I want my Master of Blades title and keep my home.”

Neil arrived a week later at Chris’s place with a flustered manner “Chris, I need 20 of your best men.” “What’s wrong?” Chris asked as he served breakfast to his kids. “Master has been taken” Neil paced around the hall “Don’t underestimate the skills of the people who took master…. Master’s skills are not to be trifled with… I have never been able to beat master.” “Take Night Blade and his team” Chris didn’t hesitate to give up his best man but scolded Neil in the next breath “Why are you pacing? Can’t you see that you are stressing my kids?”

Even in my most selfish moment a thread of responsibility held me. My knees gave out and I slid onto the edge of the tub. The knife fell from my fingers and clinked against the porcelain. I stared at it and felt a ridiculous, childlike fury at how small and commonplace it looked. The tiny sound of the knife against the enamel punctured the thick bubble of thought and I felt nauseous. My breath came in ragged pulls.

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.

Although he was yet to be acknowledged as a blade master, Boro was a few steps away from that title officially. There were a few ways to obtain the title of blade master. The most common way was to defeat a titled master in a duel, whether that be a duel to the death or not, beating someone who holds that title, usually witnessed by others to authenticate the claim, would allow one to become a blade master. Furthermore, being tutored by an acknowledged master, and in turn being acknowledged by that master, was another way for one to finally obtain that title.

Loud sounds of broken bone permeated the air. "You can consider yourself properly warned" " You... You" At this moment, Aldon Brooks walked over " Heyy Director" "Young Master Aldon, this woman is trying to break into the dinner hall and when we tried to stop her, she broke my hand" " You tried to stop her?" " Young Master.." " You are really bold. I can only say that's quite courageous of you. You are probably the only one in the world who'll attempt to stop her from entering a venue in the entire city."