Master Oogway Novels & Stories

I was sure that he was a demon because a normal human being won't survive that hit without bleeding. He used his palm to hold the back of his head as he looked at his master waiting for some kind of permission to come at me again. His master seemed to have given him that as the guard attempted to attack me again but then I caught his hand and flinged him towards the direction of his master causing both him and his master to fall to the ground immediately, making him to land on his so called master and that earned an adorable giggle from Judith who stood quietly and watched the whole thing unveil.

Rose blankly nodded at him. He smirked internally as he thought of one possible way of scaring her and he did. He grabbed her arms roughly jerking her body near him. Her arms touched his chest but her eyes didn’t show any fear or nervousness. She was blank. It was almost like she felt nothing. This angered as well as frustrated him. “Whenever I say something I want a verbal answer. Understood.” Rose blinked nodding her head. “I understand Master.” She mumbled and her voice. Damn that cold voice. He felt weird pleasure in his body hearing her voice even though her tone was cold as ice but the way she called him master he loved it.

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."

He wasn't smiling either, but he was waiting for my answer. "Have you shifted yet? Your scent has become strong," he commented. Ceylon doesn't know what happened earlier because he must have just gotten home. He is a warrior like his father but he's often away from the Dark Moon village due to his job hired by Alpha. Before I could answer, he spoke again. "Please open the gate," he ordered, looking at the things in my hands.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

He let out a loud scream, but it did nothing to stop my anger. My eyes darken as I allow my wolf to partly take control. “I will not ask again: who ordered you?!“ “I don't know! I swear!! We only receive information from our instructor. We have never seen him before. We don't even know his fucking name; we just call him Master.“ The rogue is now a stuttering mess who is not giving any new information, and that makes me clench my jaws.

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 manager of the club opened the door in person, bowed down, and said respectfully, "Excuse me, young masters. Mr. Owl wants to come in and find someone." With the voice landing, a arrogant and noble figure came into the box.

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at