Masterpiece Kaladesh Novels & Stories

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

He was handsome and a notorious playboy who loved parties yet somehow always escaped scandal. ​Finally, there was the youngest, Kageo Limantara. The fifth master was a mystery who was whispered to be paralyzed and rarely seen outside the mansion. Rumors claimed he suffered from a rare illness yet his social media was a sensation filled with the hauntingly beautiful melodies of his violin and saxophone. ​"If you're accepted, you’ll be working under their roof every single day. You’ll be part of their world," Reva added with a voice laced with worry.

“This is something very valuable to Master Abraham, isn’t it? I’ll keep it and deliver it to her directly.” “Who are you two talking about?” Anantari and Master Abraham exchanged glances. Seeing Anantari’s smile, Master Abraham realized the King didn’t know there was a girl who looked like Kalina. “When the time comes, Your Majesty will know,” Anantari said. “Ah, then please give this to that girl for Kalina!” Master Abraham handed over another box. “What is this?” King Arsen grabbed it, but he couldn’t open it. “Only the chosen one can open it. Including the ancient book. If you open it—”

The man in the middle spoke, he had long white hair and dark blue eyes, he looked to be in his mid-60s. “Declan of House Storm, supreme commander of the royal army, Kayden the royal earth mage, Aren of House Silver Mountain and her royal highness, princess Layana of Ehlesaar and the new master of the dragon Drakayaan,” Declan said making all eyes turn to Layana in shock, as Kayden grumbled that he too had a house name. something Declan simply ignored. “New master… impossible… yet here you are…” the man said quietly a curiosity in his eyes as Layana simply bowed her head politely

“Don't continue Clerion. Find that woman… and take back Lux's treasure that has been missing for eighteen years because of the thief Allina. And if you have to kill all obstacles, do it. Is that clear, Clerion? ” Clerion just bowed in obedience. "Lord, I will follow." The conversation between Lux Prince and his great oracle Clerion ends. The treasure they are referring to is the treasure that will once again allow the sleeping White Light Clan to revive. When this treasure disappeared eighteen years ago, it is said that it also caused the collapse of the strongest and most powerful clan in the Otherworld. But now that Clerion knows who the person he is looking for and where he can find it, i

“Storm, there’s more.” I waited. “There’s an event tomorrow morning. An unlisted gathering. Invite-only. Code-named ‘Unison.’” “What is it?” I asked, although I already had a bad feeling. “A special auction. Not your average art. They’re calling it ‘living art’ a metaphor. It’s not paintings. It’s military-grade weapons.” I said nothing. “Storm,” Dante continued. “This isn’t your average underground sale. We’re talking prototypes. Hardware still in development. Biometric guns, drones with experimental AI, anti-tracking vests, grenades that don’t exist in any official arsenal. Stuff countries would kill to deny ever creating.”

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

To put me in the Queen’s Wing, to call me the mistress of the house, and to demand my complete devotion, it was too much for a simple trade route. Kael was a strategist who saw ten steps ahead of everyone else. He was planning something big, something that likely involved the total restructuring of the Northern packs and probably for some reason, he needed me not just as an ally, but as a centerpiece in his grand, deadly game. What exactly was going through that man's head.

Draynon coughed once more and continued the recitation. “The corridor was immense and opulence was everywhere, yet that is not what caught the attention. Nor the fact that everything was made of gold, expensive silks, satins or encrusted with jewels of bright colours. The deep gold is as pure as anyone could imagine and the satin as blood red as the heart of a lover. The floor and stately columns were as black as the soul of night yet the walls were covered in clashing colours of purples, greens and orange. The riot of conflicting colours still was not the main focus, nor the obvious and nauseating display of inestimable wealth. What would catch your attention are the two men walking do

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.