Novel & Cerita Masters Of Death

I thought The drive to the underground warehouse was so long .. I parked my car near an oak tree and came down I walked slowly to the house and knocked twice A creeping looking guy looked at me and let me in The place was a little bit dim ..I could hardly see I found my way back stage and saw Moscow "Gud evening boss"he greeted "Yeah...are you guys ready?"I said getting agitated for no reason "Yeah boss..but there's a problem" "What?!"I snapped "Well...the securities is not that tight..and the demand for male slaves is high"he explained

The man in black said respectfully, "Yes, master. Both of them are already dead." The man and woman in front of him were the sect masters of the Hehuan Sect. Due to their dual cultivation, there were two sect masters in the Hehuan Sect. The man was called Red-eyebrowed Monster and the woman's name was Madam of Bones. Both of them were at the ninth level of the supreme power realm.

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

Amelia's words already pointed things out pretty clearly. You know, each sect in the immortal world only had about four or five masters. Now they were all here, and everyone's identity was nothing to sneeze at. Amelia said this in front of everyone, and obviously didn't save anyone's face. "This disciple, your cultivation was really rare in a hundred years, you could make the Azure Dragon appear, but what happened in Morrison Hollow was no small matter." Esteban's master took a step forward, and he also carried the title of master. "This was about slaughtering a whole city and destroying a whole town, so many dead souls, no matter good or evil, someone had to bear karmic burdens. You said it

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

“I know that the Ares family offended the god of war in the world war back then—the highest general of the Doomsday Command whose surname is Yorks. “He disappeared after the world war, but not long after, a mysterious organization appeared all around the world. They could be called the masters of death. They cause trouble all over the world, and to massacre everyone is their flamboyant style. “They’re a group of masters walking through the dark night! They’re fearful and frightening demons! For half a century, every country wanted to uncover their whereabouts, but no one has ever succeeded.” Grand Old Master Ares said sternly, “Since you already know everythin

I am happy that mum taught me how to make tea or I would have died over something so small. Master Chris was poisoned in his mansion and died. I would be made a laughing stock even in my death. I found it funny how masters are always scrutinized ,and looked at from head to toe to see if there is any fault that will be used to laugh at them. It's mainly done by other masters. Nobody can talk to a master without respect or you face their wrath and no one will come to your rescue. It's just like how master tony knew about my arm and I blamed it on Ezra, she really has suffered in my hands.

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

Caleb roared, his voice layered with the demonic, echoing resonance of the Dark Master's void. With a wild sweep of his arms, two more spires of necrotic flesh burst from the frozen dirt beneath the lieutenants' boots, wrapping around their legs and dragging them violently backward. The tendrils crawled up their torsos, burrowing into their eyes, ears, and throats, choking off their screams into muffled, wet gurgles of agony. Within seconds, the three mighty northern commanders were dead. Yet, their bodies did not collapse. Caleb stood in the center of the carnage, his chest heaving with ragged, manic gasps of air, dark purple blood dripping from his fingertips. He raised his trembling, corr

As I was going closer to him I heard voices Stop Alex stop I turn back and here the fun part,my people Alex you have to stop this say chizzy Ok then why don't I kill you first I went to to chizzy then I felt something hit my head I turn back it was James and I black out James you don't have to do that I have she till under his spell And you think so (master) We turn and it him I will kill you say James So will I say chizzy And I say the doctor Hahaha you fools now give what mine She is not yours Now I will kill you all The master went to kill them but it was no use chizzy the doctor and James fought and they kill him Alex got herself and they live happy