Master Of The End Times Novels & Stories

Lili felt her heart blossom and updated the photo to one of her social media. _________ "Master...." Someone sprinted towards the man he called Master. "Hmmm...." "Sir, this isn't Mr Jeremy's ring." The woman showed the photo, which Lili uploaded on her social media. "Jeremy. Our young master is still alive." The middle-aged man was happy and asked his men to find out the whereabouts of the man who was with Lili. "Your reign will come to an end, Lili. If young master Jeremy returns, your fate will be finished." The middle-aged man muttered, while adjusting the tie of his shirt.

Now I am for fucking sure going to kill him once this is over. From all the stupid things the man has done, well, this one is by far the greatest. I think I told him with the exact words, "Leave the hunting to the hunters." But yes, the Vampire Master is out to save the world and get himself killed. Now I don't know how this one is going to play out. Let us get the skies to close, Lucius back in his hole and well, not sure about the evil Stefan and his sidekick Elloise.

The man was definitely older than me, but not as old as Dragan. He was sitting in a chair; reading a book. He looked up as I entered the room. His eyes widened, then turned the other way. “What are you doing here, werewolf? It is not safe! You should go back home… before the master sees you!” He was speaking words, but I did not understand. I walked closer to him. “Kilian? Do you know where he is?” I hoped the words would come out in English as before.

But now I understood. The end.

My late father must have been bellowing in his grave. "..he couldn't do anything about it. That's how it is.. if the Master wants you there is no way of going about it." "Do you still see him..?" "Who?" She questioned. "Master Gallagher the 1st.." "Occasionally.." "Do you like it?" I questioned and this made her laugh. "Stop with the stupid questions dear." I felt guilty. "You said Master William was here yesterday?" I changed the subject. "Yes, apparently rumor has it. He wants to permanently buy you off from his father."

Chapter five The car halted at the front of the warehouse, a bouncer came out of the car and open the door for his boss to come out Austin Hernandez came out, as good-looking as he is, with those flawless muscles, those perfect lips, and a seductive body He has a demon in him, it's no little monster, the monster is bigger than anyone could imagine He looks furious and angered, for the past three days he has been trying to capture the mule…he always knows that there has always been a burro among his men And now, the mule has been taken hold of, this mule has killed many of his men, but it all ceases today Nobody tangles with him and stays alive, he slaughters without clemency and has no guilt

He sat on a levitated and lofty throne while the Masters sat on lower thrones. “I have made the decision of power, that the human Willy will still be enlisted as agent 02 or in other words the agent of Order,” the Supreme Master said scanning the grey faces of the Masters for any response, None, just faint nods. “Oswald will be agent 01 or the agent of Chaos,” The Supreme Master said emphasizing with both hands. “You have done it again my master,” said the Supreme Master’s Chief Advisor with a grey raised fist. “The energy levels are beyond anything our worlds have ever seen!”

“Someone’s death you say? Can’t you read it? All this time everyone in my chess board had already died, resurrected and will all end up dying once more.” HE giggles, enjoying that fact and added. “You see, death, rebirth and reincarnation within the current book and world that we are seeing right now doesn’t make sense anymore.” The fact that he laid and perfectly. A perfection that the Mistress of time loves about everything that HE created. Knowing that at the end of things, one final answer will remain as the only truth. “For you see, everyone in this book and world are nothing but puppets.” HIS sinister smile draws, along with the mark on his eyes that’s screaming that HE doesn’t have an

While Moza’s heart was still clouded by doubt, Master Markus’s private nurse appeared at the kitchen doorway. "Madam Thalia, the Grandmaster wishes to go pray at Saint Monica’s Chapel. Please have his breakfast delivered immediately and prepare his travel provisions." "Understood," Thalia replied briefly. She turned her gaze back to Moza. "Deliver the Grandmaster’s breakfast now." Without waiting to be told twice, Moza lifted the wooden tray containing warm porridge, sliced fruit, and green tea. As she exited the kitchen, she saw Dastan returning from the garden, his face glistening with sweat. His athletic shirt clung tightly to his body, revealing the hard lines of his chest and abdominal

His eyes were cold, like two red stones. ​"Father..." I whispered. The word felt like a knife in my throat. ​I tried to crawl toward him. I wanted to touch his hand one last time. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry he had mourned me for twenty years only to find me and die. But Ezekiel stepped in my way. He crushed a piece of my father's broken armor under his boot and the sound of the metal snapping made me sick. ​"He was weak, Ariana," Ezekiel said. His voice was flat, with no emotion. "Just like you are weak. Just like all these wolves are weak. They cling to things like love and honor. But the Master offers us something better. He offers us eternity."