Master Of The Mask Novels & Stories

She started spewing blood after getting another swat. This has been going on since she returned. The black room isn't a place where anyone wants to visit. They subject you to agony indescribable to the point when you'll have no choice but to beg for death. And since she was brought here, it only shows how the master is pissed. The master is always wearing a mask so no one in the organisation knows what he looks like, although they all recognise his voice it could be a voice enhancer for all they know.

Master of Heaven's Gate, Ava White, was wearing an ominous mask on her face. Her true appearance and her smile can only be exposed to a single person. However, she would never want that same person to see her aged appearance. Even if she would die, she wished that Jason could only see her most beautiful side. There was only one person in this world that would dress in white attire while wearing an ominous mask. It was the Master of Heaven's Gate. In the martial arts community, she was undoubtedly the most powerful existence in this world who held an immense reputation.

“Next time, it’ll be your neck. I don’t want to repeat myself again. Answer my question. Who is your Master?” A whimper escaped him. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen the Master’s face. He’s always wearing a mask. We receive orders and then we obey, no questions asked.” “That seems convenient,” I remarked annoyedly, and just as I started to raise my claws, he continued to speak.

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.

“Yes, Darius. We are meeting with the Downtown Alpha, and I require your presence.” “By foot, or by that petrol eating machine?” Darius inquired, knowing the Master’s penchant for surprises. “The latter,” the Master replied, rising from his chair with fluid grace. He picked up a talisman from a nearby table, its surface etched with ancient symbols, and slid it into his pocket. He never went anywhere without a talisman. His crimson red eyes were concealed behind dark sunglasses, adding to his already imposing presence. “So shall we?” •T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

He took a shaky pause before continuing. "I fear that if we become a bit rash in our next move, our treachery will be discovered and I believe that will be counter productive." Everyone held their breaths again. But uncertainly this time. The Master kept silent with the back of his swivel chair to them. His lifeless, inhumane eyes which were almost hidden by the dark mask he wore stared coldly at the burning woods crackling in the fire place. No one had ever seen his face before. Not even his most trusted accomplices! They mused.

But I could never trust them again. "Tell me how you knocked me unconscious, then maybe I will be willing to work with you." I saw Master stiffen as Drake turned on him, his face filled with rage. The dark storm brewed angrily in his eyes as he stared him down. Was this not mentioned to Drake? How interesting that they would keep this from him. Assessing the relationship, it looked like Drake was in charge and not actually the Master. Master, was much like the Henchman. An actual henchman. So what was really behind this group that they worked so hard to form? "You what?" Drake spat angrily. I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me.

If Vierone knew who was the source of those individuals, he would run away as long as he could, but he contented himself with looking at them for a moment and then turned to think further about the table with which he would be served, he did not touch the jug and seeing as nothing moved, he leaned against the table and shouted loudly; "My dinner is proof of your impudence, I will serve you as a gentleman with a pair of palms and then ..." "Shut up old man, you escaped to the river in the meadow, but now you will know how to die like a coward .... !" As the bald ones threw their clothes after them and exposed the puddles, they were wild in Meda's meadow and now they wanted to continue the con

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

If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil. "Once again, please forgive me, Young Master," said the maid kneeling in front of him. "I will bring you a new dish, Young Master," he continued in a voice trembling with fear. It's not that the little boy has superpowers to make him afraid, but the father of the child is the ruler of this country, it's clear that the servant is afraid because he has annoyed his child.