Master Training Oblivion Novels & Stories

Mariam gushed staring dreamily at Robin. "Mariam what are you doing? Do not let the master see you for having eyes on his right-hand guard, he would behold you" Lydia scolded making Marian get back to her senses and look away from Robin. "Hey you, what are you doing? Is that how to attack your opponent" Master Damien yell at a warrior who was making a mistake. "Am sorry my lord" he apologized and corrected himself then continued training. Master Damien supervised them for a while before handing over to Robin then he left the field while the Warriors continued training.

Seeing me yield, the tension in Dante's shoulders instantly eased, his eyes alight with the thrill of getting his way. The first time we entered the Month of No Masters, I used family contacts to track his every move, almost torturing myself. I obsessively compared every woman he was with to myself. Did they hold hands? Did they hug? Did they sleep together? Every sordid rumor was a new wound. My sanity frayed. I would wake up on our cold bed in the middle of the night, shaking with despair. One night, when I couldn't bear it any longer, I called him. He answered immediately. He didn't complain about the interruption or accuse me of spying.

The mistress is long gone and Master Lucas is administering the training today. We are taking relevant breaks in between, so I don’t lose the ability to use safe words due to constant fucking arousal. So far, he has been patient with me. He explained many things, along with the value of a trusted partner and proper techniques. Even if it’s being implemented on me, I should know if A Dom is doing it right or not. I am standing next to a pole. My hands are not tied or restricted. Master Lucas said that’s not needed in first training.

"This kid is a Special Grade Master!" The progression of a mystique master consisted of multiple tiers. It began with being a regular martial arts apprentice, then ascending through the ranks of Low Grade, Mid Grade, High Grade, and ultimately, Master Grade. If someone possessed exceptional talent and worked hard, they could become a Grand Master, a rare achievement among martial artists. However, there was more to it. Among the Grand Masters, there were Special Grade Masters on the lower end and God Grade Masters at the pinnacle. The late Deux Gambino, leader of The Liberated, was a Special Grade Master.

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…"

“Nothing physical or essential will hold what belongs to nothing.” While hundreds of people knelt before something they did not dare to name, Alexei realized the dimension of the problem: They did not just want to break the bond and “free” Umbra. They wanted to destroy Carla. Body and soul. Alexei’s expression changed, becoming dark, and the black smoke rose again up his arm. The Grand Master raised his hand. “Let us praise the age of Oblivion.” ***

"That, my dear, is none of your concern. The point is I shall not drink from you, and I shall serve this sentence as I should." "They say that love is blind, but in your case, I say it is rather foolish." "Genevieve, do I need to remind you who your Master is? It would do you well to remember where your place is." "I do apologize, Master; if there is nothing that you require from me, then I shall leave now." "No. I do not require anything from you." ...Anastasia POV...

I went to my room and slammed the door and locked myself. "I guess now I know why she screamed earlier." Jacob told them. "My twin loves an Oblivious guy. No matter what she do, he doesn't see her." Bella and Cole told them a bit about mine and Matt's friendship. "Well, that's because he doesn't have competition. From what you told me, it seems like he also likes her, he is either really oblivious or scared to ruin his friendship with her. Or both." "I guess, we should put a plan in motion." Cole said while running his hands together.

“Tonight, we go slow. You’ll learn. But we do this on my terms. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” I stepped closer, leaning down until my mouth was near her ear, my voice a low whisper. “If I go above your limit, say ‘red.’ That’s your word. Use it, and everything stops. Do you understand, Olivia?” “Yes, Master,” she repeated, her voice trembling slightly, but there was a strength behind it now, a willingness to trust me despite her fear.

Again the room erupted, but this time with disapproval. "Do not be dismayed," he instructed them and again gained their attention, "his highness has also granted me for my personal protection and the protection of my bride," here he smiled down at Sylvia, "my full regiment if they are of the disposition, and Captain Emmett has requested to join forces with us. All of you know that the assassin known as Retribution has long pursued me. This pursuit continues still. What you do not know is that I have hired Revenge, her mentor, to train any of us that are willing as well as Sylvia and Mora if they will agree to it to fend off this deadly enemy."