Master Of Life And Death Novels & Stories

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

He said, "He died!" "What?" Ding Hao could not help exclaiming. Died? A God Realm Master had a lifespan of thousands of years. Moreover, according to Golden Cicada's description, his Senior Brother had just entered the God Realm a hundred years ago. If nothing untoward happened, he could live for at least 900 more years. Yet he had suddenly died. It was obvious that he had not died naturally, but had been killed. It was incredible that a God Realm Master was killed in the Great Leiyin Monastery, where numerous experts gathered.

Master shook his head even though he sat down obediently. “Master, I saw it with my own eyes, the lifeless state of the youngest master Walter and heard the conversation between that horrible man and the youngest master Walter.” Min tried to convince his master, as he was worried that he would not be able to handle the disappointment if he went all way there and saw the heart-breaking state that the youngest master Walter was in.

She looked at me like the world had collapsed around her. She asked very softly, "What did you just say?" "I am one of The Masters.", I finally whispered back, "And hence, for me to leave the council, I will have to either die.. or kill everyone else.. and I.. I can do neither." •••

The moment Ethan saw us, he clenched his fists and marched over. Lucien laughed coldly and stepped in front of me. "So you really have been cheating on me." He reached for Ethan's collar. But Ethan bent forward and held out a document. It was the hospital's official death certificate. "I'm sorry. We couldn't save her." The name on the form was Nora Vance. Lucien went pale.

He took a deep breath and his face became serious. "Yes, my weakness is a Supreme Being – but Kali, did I also tell you that there is something else that makes me weak?" This is a serious promise. "What is that?" I will ask. "The hold that was mistaken for the Life Salvation Hold is the Pure Light Hold that has the same presence as Supreme Dea Justo and the Life Salvation Hold, but will not be stronger than the Life Salvation Hold." This is a serious promise that explained my mind. "So what are we going to do Death? The light is gradually taking over your dimension Death!" I fear Death.

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

Because, while the priest’s words make me want to tear him to pieces as well, we still need more. We need to know about his master. “And what will happen to you,” I say slowly as Roger winds himself back in. “When you are dead. Who will mourn you? This master to whom you’ve sold your life?” “The Master is nothing anymore,” the Priest says, his back almost literally against a wall now, and realizing that he’s out of space, he crouches and begins to prepare again, the fires that have never left his hands burning harder, hotter now. “The Master is gone now – he has his boy, and so our service to him is done. If I die today, it is the will of the Dark God. And I,” he says slowly now, his face li