My Master Is A God Novels & Stories

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…"

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

It can break one's bones into numerous piece with a blow of it's pawl. I have obeyed him obediently. What else I could do? He is the master and I am the puppet in this game. He will pull my string according to his will and my only purpose is to abide as he says to appease him. I have no other purpose at least not anymore. In other words, he is the god and I'm just a minion. My hand fell direct giving each of my thighs a light slap. Even though every nerves and cell were pressuring me to cover myself up I didn't. I couldn't.

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

Monica She was tiding up the kitchen counter, her face lit up when her eyes landed on me. "Hi, oliva " Monica said eagerly. "Hi" I smiled. despite the situation, I missed her. "You are finally awake" she beamed," I was about to bring the food up to the room" "Thanks" "It's nothing, that's what I'm paid for. Master said you needed rest, so I wasn't allowed to see you." She said, pity clear on her

She smiles and softly said. “Not a single thing to be worried about, for everything that happened and will be happening ever since from the very beginning is all according to HIS will and what HE had written. Am I right, Winona?” She casually reminded Winona that they are on the side of the most powerful one. The Master with the intellect that no one can measure and even surpass. The justice, the truth and the good. But at the same time the running cunning Supreme being who like to play games and manipulate everything according to HIS heart’s desire.