Novel & Cerita Master Of The End Times

Bella furiously ended the call. Bella was a wreck, sobbing uncontrollably, and I, ironically, was the one who had to comfort her. My phone screen lit up. A message from Dante. [Aurora, what's wrong? When the sun rises, our Month of No Masters will be over. I'm looking forward to it.] [I miss you.] [To be honest, the girls out there are all boring. Let's not play this game anymore, okay?] The moon was high in the sky; sunrise wasn't far off.

"There's a problem, Don Ariani! 37 of our offshore accounts have been frozen—we're completely cut off from the funds!" Edoardo's expression shifted dramatically as he lifted his gaze toward me. I picked up the glass of warm water from the table and took a sip. "If I had the power to design your empire in a single afternoon seven years ago, I certainly had the foresight to reserve the top spot for myself. Your accomplishments mean nothing to me, Edoardo—they're nothing more than a child's game to me." Edoardo hung up the intercom, his eyes filled with nothing but terror. He finally understood that I could erase the power, wealth, and status he held so dear with a single touch.

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 man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

But now, it was clear that his monstrous ways have no limits. He is beyond redemption. I could feel the anger coursing through my veins, like an unstoppable storm that threatened to consume me. My vision blurred as my eyes started to fill with tears, and I struggled to find my voice. "No, Marcus? Adriano would do no such thing." I wanted to tell him for the last time. Marcus's eyes brimmed with tears, his voice laced with sorrow. "Adriano can go to any limits. That man is the most ruthless and emotionless person on planet earth."

The smile didn’t mock me. It promised--- more! “Is there anything you need, Master?” I blinked, confused… “M-Master?!” I echoed, the question jarring in my mind. Master?! What the hell did he mean by that? This was the second time he’d said that, but I was no closer to understanding what it meant. What the pact between us meant… And for some reason, I couldn’t find the words to ask about it… “What--- what do you---?” I began asking, but before I could, he stood, unfolding to his full, towering height before me. With a simple swipe of his hand, the hood fell away, revealing his thick black hair---

Their voice swelled to a volume that seemed to move the very foundations of the building. Seconds later, the chanting stopped and the ensuing silence weighed heavily. "Until next time," the leader announced, her voice now tinged with victory, "our Master will be free, and this world will burn in glorious darkness. Mortal days are over. It's time for the era of the void."

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…"

She needs to fear him. And this was the time to claim what was his. He leaned his face down to her ear brushing his lips against her earlobe. He whispered making her gulp down. “Are you ready Mio Fiore?” Claim this body it’s yours, Just don’t expect to have more than that. ______________________________________ This book is a dark romance containing a heavy erotic theme a lot more than Yes, Master. So beware. Also next will be updated soon. Don’t forget to like and comment.

The ground beneath me shook, and I stumbled back, my eyes wide with horror as the mastermind’s body contorted, their skin melting away like wax to reveal a mass of pure energy, a swirling vortex of darkness and light, chaos and order It was like staring into the eye of a storm, a storm that could swallow the world whole. “No... This can’t be...” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the deafening roar that filled the air. “You can’t be...” “I am the end, Sera,” the mastermind hissed, their voice a cacophony of sounds, malevolent and terrifying. “I am the beginning of uncreation. And now, I will unmake this world, starting with you.”