Masters Of Death Novels & Stories

“Don’t push my decisiveness as being vulnerable, The Mistress was to die, she was going past her level and was cocky about it too simply because Master favored her.” “What master are you even talking about? Where is the master now that almost everyone holding together his empire is dead and their murderer is wandering about? Does he even exist?” “Don’t ask questions about the Master because I won’t tell you. The inner hierarchy of the witches have nothing to do with lowly werewolves like you.” She narrowed her eyes on her. “Don’t mention the fact that I led Aurora to Maverick again, it is your problem now, deal with it.”

Their eyes disoriented but they were snorting with anger. " Why do the dragons keep disturbing this sanctum of the dead? They will be taught a lesson. Minions, do not back away! " A voice bellowed in air, sending chills, down everyone's spine. " Let me explain. We are not here to cause disturbance... " Master tried but the demons gave them no chance to explain. With a mighty roar, Master charged towards the demons, his massive body slamming into them with incredible force. The demons fought back with ferocity, but Master was too powerful for them. He batted them aside with ease, his claws and teeth tearing through their flesh.

Above the seven Sword Slaves were the four Sword Masters. The elder in front of them was one of the four great sword masters of the Desolate Ancient restricted region. upper echelons all held their breaths. If the elder attacked them, then they would only have one conclusion. Die!

When this scene appeared, Gene Fighters of the thousands of God of Heaven Organization below seemed to have been struck by lightning. "Master... is dead?" They couldn't believe it. After all, the Master was a Gene Fighters at Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm. They thought that nobody in the world could defeat him. But now, Master was dead. After Lucas pulled out Immemorial Dragon Sword in his hands, the Master of the God of Heaven Organization fell from the sky. When Master and the elders saw this scene, they couldn't help showing surprise in their eyes. At the same time, they were secretly frightened.

Cedar asked, trying to suppress the excitement in his heart. “Grandmaster, we saw with our own eyes that after Master David killed the powerhouses who were chasing after the Palmore family, he severely wounded Anders and the two True Saints of the Palmore family with a wave of his sword. After that, they were killed by Master David’s master while they were escaping. Do you remember? He’s that mysterious Sacred Saint. That’s why we saw the doomsday scene just now.” “David’s mysterious master appeared? He even killed the two True Saints of the Palmore family?” Cedar raised his voice again.

The only thing keeping me in my seat is the happiness I can feel rolling off Elle; she’s in her element right now and my need to protect her is overpowered by the need to give her happiness. “You really are so fucking slow.” Harmon taunts Elle. “They can’t clone male versions of shifters, but humans, well thats a different story. He makes little versions of himself and raises them up to believe what he believes; he dies and they take over. The Master will never be gone because they just keep remaking him.” I swear to the Moon Goddess, you can hear a mouse squeak with the silence that follows Harmon’s hissed words. The Master isn’t immortal; he’s just a crazy bastard who literally raises hims

He felt stricken, knowing he'd underestimated Hector. "High master, please step forward to save me!" Dex shouted! A high master? Hector's expression hardened at once. Not everyone could be called a high master. In a criminal organization like the Obsidian Council, only A-ranked experts were considered high masters.

Breath still held. Eyes on the door. "Turn around. face me, I want to look into your eyes." Damon did as was told, turned, and faced his Master. At twenty-four, a strong warrior and a fighter. Damon is always nothing but jelly in the presence, voice, or arms of his Master. His eyes were misty, he needed air but he refused to breathe. Maybe it's today he finally dies, why bother the men who would behead him, when he could just take his own life. Damon felt tears burn at the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them free.

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

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.