Masterpiece Kaladesh Novels & Stories

"You will live in the Garden. You will be safe. But you will never again be the ones who hold the blade. The blade belongs to the son." Kaelen looked at the "Master-Key"—a single, glowing shard of obsidian and gold that the Curator was holding out. He saw the "Perfect North" inside it. He saw the lilies. He saw his parents, smiling and whole, in a world that never felt the frost. "Don't do it, Kaelen," Silas whispered, his stormy eyes full of a soul-shattering clarity. "A perfect world is just a cage with better lighting." Kaelen looked at his father, then at his mother, then at the ancient man with the violet-starlight eyes.

masterpiece: a creature that looked like a Nightfang wolf, but with the translucent, glowing skin of a deep-sea jellyfish and the multi-limbed geometry of a virus. "Meet the Apex Pathogen," Malakor smiled. "It doesn't just fight you. It infects the Bond. By the time it’s done, the 'Red Steam' won't belong to the wolves. It will belong to the plague."

With a flex of my gold-scaled legs, fueled by the massive draconic overclock singing in my blood, I exploded upward. We tore through fifty feet of solid rock like a kinetic drill, bursting out of the ground directly into the center of the White Mane courtyard. The scene was absolute chaos. The pale morning air was choked with gray ash, toxic purple psychic mist, and the flashing silver armor of the four High Packs' allied forces. Hundreds of my loyal warriors were pushed back against the estate walls, fighting a brutal, losing war of attrition against an endless wave of invaders. And standing at the top of the estate stairs, surrounded by a personal guard of giant shadow wolves, was Elder Ma

He came downstairs from upstairs in the blink of an eye, as if he had just teleported. “Young Master.” That entourage wanted to say something, but Young Master Vladimir raised his hand to stop him. He walked toward Keres step by step with his hands folded behind his back. Just a few steps away, Keres felt as if a primitive beast was approaching him. A token was taken out by Young Master Vladimir as he flashed it in front of Keres. That token was made of pure gold and had the word “Balch” engraved on it. When he saw this token, Keres’s pupils shrank ferociously all of a sudden.

Occasionally, when he was short on money, he could refine some pills to sell. In "Wild Valley World," the levels of all secondary occupations were divided into nine ranks, with one being the lowest and nine being the highest. A ninth-rank alchemist was also known as a Grand Master. Elder Qi was a Grand Master-level alchemist. Having the chance to observe and learn, Sebastian felt this opportunity was once in a lifetime. He placed the Resurrection Yin Grass he obtained on the medicinal plot but didn't leave. "You can watch from the side, but don't make any noise."

Rori nodded and followed Destiny, but the young woman did not speak, nor did she make eye contact with anyone on her way to the kitchen. Calder watched the two young girls float down the hall before he turned back to Murdok, “ my master” he began and Murdok shot to his feet, his eyes completely black with the threat of a looming shift, “after all of these years… Calder, not only do you confide in her, but you still dishonor me with such a formality,” Calder’s eyes were wide with wonder as he listened to the absolutely externally angry man but could hear how small of a boy was trapped inside. Calder put his hand over the place in his chest a heart would beat if he had one and bowed his head s

What kind of mind games where they playing? "How about some field work? Drake would be attending of course." Master waved at the still smirking Drake. Of course he would. Why not have him tag along? Then we can go skipping through fields and pick flowers while weaving them into weird and ugly looking flower jewelry. I thought grumpily to myself. "Of course Master. Sebastion and I-" He stopped me with a wave of his hand. He shook his head slowly in response to my unfinished answer.

"I do not intend to tell everything as I do not know it all, but a couple of the other things are that it will only answer to its rightful owner. It was given to me by Revenge, so it is mine. Even for you it would refuse to kill unless it was using you to enforce a contract. And if I concentrate hard enough, for long enough, I can call it to my hand. Other than that, what I know of its properties is negligible. You have already seen the slight shimmer around it that makes it very visible even in daylight.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

(CEDRICK POV) “We did everything to set up the grandchild of the cafe owner, Master Kai.” He just smiled at me. In a dirty game, the real motive isn’t immediately revealed. They will first try to ensnare you in traps until you get cornered. A mafia boss-like Master Kai knew a lot of those games. Then he nodded. “Any news about the creature we’re looking for?” “The slayer of our clan? Nothing yet. He’s elusive.”