My Master Is A God の小説・ストーリー

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

She looked at me like the world had collapsed around her. She asked very softly, "What did you just say?" "I am one of The Masters.", I finally whispered back, "And hence, for me to leave the council, I will have to either die.. or kill everyone else.. and I.. I can do neither." •••

I had to turn to the door but to my surprise, no one was there. ‘’Mistress, the lord warned for none to utter her name’’ Grace whispers almost into my brain. She was too close. I could hear her voice like it was inside my head cells. ‘’Why? She is my maid and I need her’’ I questioned back. ‘’She did leave you alone and that is alone is the highest of incompetence and the lord does not tolerate such.’’ Well, that was new. She did leave me to get answers and it was of my own doing to venture into a path I should have stayed away from. ‘’Where is she?’’ I asked once again, not whispering back. I have lived as a slave all my life, I understand the pressure, but not helping her at such a point d

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…"

Though there are species which are fighting for power and dominance, people who want to suppress weaker ones so they could rule but then there's this big power above them all which keeps them at leash and maintains peace. If you are talking about Goddess then you are somehow right because that power is gifted by Goddess only but I am talking about the MASTER. The most powerful creature. More powerful than dragons and fairies. Powerful enough to defeat everyone even if all the spirits come together. The man selected by God to protect the weak and maintain peace among all races. The most strongest and powerful warlock/wizard of the whole world. Yeah it's me. The Master.

When I walked out of the server room, the entire technical department was waiting at the door, erupting into thunderous applause. "Rex is unstoppable!" "Rex is the God of Code!" "That's the real tech master!" I looked at their faces. Some of them had once treated me with cold indifference. Now, they greeted me with eager smiles. "Rex, let's have tea sometime?" "Rex, there's a tech salon this weekend. Would you honor us with your presence?" "Rex, could you give me some guidance on my project?" I declined them all politely and only nodded to the outsourced colleagues who had once stood by me.

"Accompany me to Saint Monica’s Chapel. You can go to the office afterward." Dastan frowned. "Why go out so early, Grandpa? The air outside is still very cold." "To pray for the five of you, of course," Master Markus stated firmly. "But especially, I want to pray for you, Dastan. I want you to stop closing yourself off. Every human has their flaws." Standing in the back, Moza held her breath. Was this arrogant, powerful, and cold man experiencing a crisis of confidence? What could be the cause? Was it work, the pressure of being the heir, or something more personal?

A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him. Certainly, all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.

“As much you hate it, Omegas are the lowest of the hierarchy. You know this. We are somehow created to be under those who are higher than us. Alphas and Betas alike, they have the inborn mentality that we are nothing but the sex-slaved child bearer they can have at their disposal.” That alone triggers way deeper inside him. But this time, more on the hatred towards these scumbags and not to himself. “But remember, we are not just Omegas. You are not just an Omega.” He breathes deeply and tries to absorb that but fails miserably. “How can you say that when you just pointed out everyone's mentality about us?” “Have you ever lost control of your beliefs during sex?” That made him gulp. “A-As mu

Andreios whispered sweetly once he was standing close to the man. "Y-Yes." Damon's voice cracked as he felt sweaty all of a sudden. The heat coming off of the other man rushed back into his own body. He felt hot. "And that would be our Master's?" Andreios pointed towards a gold door right next to theirs. "Y-"