Master Of The Mask Novels & Stories

Dustin was surprised, and Metal Mask’s expression shifted drastically. This man was not just anyone. He was the Master of the Order of the Divine Hall! The two locked eyes. The air between them was heavy with unspoken tension. “Beyond sovereign grade,” Metal Mask uttered coldly. “Likewise,” Dustin said in an equally indifferent tone. Metal Mask frowned, and his mind reeled in disbelief. As the Master of the Order, he surpassed the sovereign grade. It was a realm others could only dream of.

Shawn couldn’t understand how Isaac would put the crown on Master’s head if they were at each other’s throat right now. But the Master wasn’t bad on his own either. Even though he had the appearance of someone who would spend most of his time reading books, the Master’s movement was agile and quick. He managed to avoid all the harmful attacks that Isaac directed, moving in such a fluid movement that he didn’t appear to be fighting against Isaac. Shawn could instantly feel the big difference of power between Isaac and the Master. It couldn’t help but made him wonder if the Master had turned to the dark arts, wouldn’t he easily destroy the whole world with a flick of his fingers?

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

“The Master and you – watch how you talk about him. He’s the one who delivered us back to the surface and organised the humans into the sectors so we have room to grow and thrive.” I repeat the line I’ve heard all my life: the collector doesn’t say anything; he knows what I’m capable of so I know he won’t say anything bad about where I’ve come from. Most people picture the Master as someone who lords his power over everyone but all he really wants is order and for mankind to thrive once again. Of course he’s firm; the world is in disarray and everyone seems content to booze and whore their way through life. The master built the Academy to save the young girls left out in the dark and he make

The Master had hissed low against my wrist before removing his fangs and swiping his tongue over his bite. The Master then turned, getting up on his knees and facing me. He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me. I melted into him as he pulled me closer and tighter up against him. The Master has been getting me to wear the special dresses again, making me feel like the princess I’m not, but the Master gets annoyed if I am not wearing them when he returns.

The Master’s fingers curled into a fist, his rage seething beneath his composed exterior. "Antonio Franches…" he whispered, venom dripping from every syllable. "You’ve ruined my plans." He took a slow sip of his wine, his obsidian eyes locked onto the city skyline. Then, his lips curled into a knowing smile. "But this isn’t over." He turned to his right-hand man, his voice calm, deadly, precise. "Start again. I want a new strategy." The masked man nodded. "Where do we begin, sir?" The Master’s smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with dark intent.

he said seriously. May fumed, but she took a deep breath and understood the underlining meaning, “are you sure your master can do it?” she asked with a hint of suspicion. Jack chuckled, “my master is powerful, he has an academy, you must have heard of Fist power academy?”. May pondered, and her eyes lit up, “I have, do you mean your master is the famous Fist Punch?” Jack nodded and slightly raised his head proudly “of course, my master is the famous Fist Punch, he has crushed many heaven-rank masters with just a punch, with him, the old woman will be done for”

"What a traitor you are Zatima!" But Zatima kept her red lips tilted a little. "And you think you can fool us?" They started to converse. "This is a plan after all. You don't seem surprised?" tge grandmaster said in between them and started to remove all props from his body. As the gloves went off, the mask ang the cape. It was Cryp. The grandmaster was Cryp indeed. "Seemed surprised? Niko Darklin?" Cryp started to chat. Niko shook his head. "It was not surprising at all Cryp. You seem to have hidden well and fooled your students all these years."

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.

Heart then stopped from sobbing and then removed her face from his chest and then looked into his eyes. “Thank you so much, Mr. CEO Cullen Lee.” Heart thanked him and smiled at him. Cullen smiled and blushed. “I am happy that you smiled because of me, just call me ‘master’ as return.” Cullen teased her. Heart chuckled. “Yes, master? Hahaha.” She laughed. Both of them laughed together. Cullen blushed and liked it so much. He then grinned at her. “So, meaning, we can have sex now? I am your master now.” Cullen teased her playfully. Heart rolled her eyes and then looked away. “No.” She declined and then stood up.