Master Of Mountain Novels & Stories

“Master wouldn’t go. He has to keep watch over Master Sunyata. When Master goes back to the mountain, he’ll go to Misty Mountain again from now on.” Sunyata went back to the temple? How did he even make the journey? That mountain is so high—even with the cable car, he’d still have to hike a few hundred meters. For a man in his eighties, could he really bear such exhaustion? “Why didn’t your master stop him? When did he leave?” Is it too late to go out now and still catch up with him? The boy shook his head. “He left last night.” Adriana turned her head to look up at the towering mountain, silently hoping that Sunyata made it safely to the top.

“He can use the boy, the business, and the legacy. But by the time the sun comes up over those mountains, Daniel is going to realize that the only thing he’s successfully ‘secured’ is his own absolute destruction. I’m not just going there to save her. I’m going there to take back everything he stole.” He climbed into the car, the engine roaring to life with a predatory growl that echoed off the warehouse walls. He didn’t look back at Sophie. He didn’t look back at the life of privilege he was permanently torching. He drove into the heart of the storm, heading toward the red dot in the mountains, a Dark Alpha descending into the valley of the shadow of death to reclaim his throne and his fami

If anyone looked down on him because of his height, one would pay a terrible price. He was the Northern Warzone Master, Caestus Rembrandt. It was evident that he was no ordinary individual, his presence contained power and pressure. “Caestus Rembrandt!” Andrius narrowed his eyes but it did not conceal the burning rage in them. “Give me a good reason why you are here, or else this won’t end well! Don’t give me that nonsense! You should know who the person living on Mount Dragon Tiger is to me!” Caestus was a Warzone Master.

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

The then-celestial master of Fearsome Mountain decided to perform a sky burial ritual on Stoney's children while they were still alive to preserve the sect's 2,000-year-old legacy! Third Grandpa Fox sneered viciously, "This is just a little interest for Stoney. Next, I'll annihilate Fearsome Mountain to avenge him fully!" Titus's face turned extremely grim, but he dared not make another move. The truth was that Fearsome Mountain no longer had many capable celestial masters. Titus had used some underhanded methods to ascend to the position of Fearsome Mountain's celestial master, but he was pretty mediocre in terms of strength and ability. Even his most skilled thunder magic had not worked ag

These light spots flew rapidly toward the mountain gate. "He is the Sect Master! And there are also other seven peaks' masters!" Master Eva Green shook even harder. Some of the nine peaks were very close to the mountain gate, while some were far. After a while, the nearest light neared in front of Caspian. It was a lanky old man with a white beard who landed on the ground. However, the old man's whole body was surging with a strong fighting desire. At this moment, the long whip in his hand was rolled up on the spot. Suddenly, there was a sound of a sea of blood overflowing. Waves of dark red light were constantly surging, like the waves of a sea of blood rolling.

"Charlotte. I would be honoured. And Beth could be your bridesmaid?" "I´d like that very much." My Master smiles as he watches me, and Michael is a man walking on sunshine. ----- Three months later... Spring is here on our mountain. I sit on grassy slopes, cradling a mug of coffee. Beside me, sitting on a blanket, one leg outstretched, stiff from where it is still healing, is my Master.

the Eight Mountain's peak master. Having spent over half a year in the Grandiuno Sect, Severin was well-acquainted with the peak masters and elders. He recognized Rowan as the Eighth Mountain's peak master who specialized in weapon forging. Though the Eighth Mountain was considered the weaker mountain among the nine, they excelled in crafting weapons and contributed significantly to the sect's arsenal. As Rowan spoke, he retrieved a glowing object from his robes that emitted aura of a low-rank spiritual treasure. Severin's used his divine senses to scan the item and identified it as a rather extraordinary mat.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *