My Master Is A God Novels & Stories

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.

"I took a chance. Julia looked over my shoulder, and waved her body in favor of music, approaching. "I know a lot about your master," she said, closing her eyes. "He used to come here with his wife, and when she died, he cut off any contact with the club. Until Madame Tracey called him to be his right arm, and that gave him space for him to take other subs. You are not the first, but you are the only one who returned to his command. They say he is one of the best for certain types of subs.

Henry continues, “I had my team working all night trying to parse this phrase, trying to figure it out. And we’ve done a great deal of research, so far, on this Monastic Cult of the God of Darkness. And never, in any of our materials – both from centuries ago and today – have we ever seen any of the priests or acolytes ever refer to the God himself as ‘master.’ Instead, he is always God, Father, Dark Majesty – things like that.” “Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide. I understand but – I mean, I don’t get it. Not yet. Not in the same way that the rest of them do, apparently, judging by the worried looks on their faces as I look around the table. “What – what does that mean?”

LUCA I was already awake and eating when Chief Steward Maren came to see me the next morning. "I heard you fainted last night," he started. "The medicine made me feel woozy, master." He nodded once. "My wife could not wait. Now she can't stop talking about you." I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Now, you are going to put her out of your mind. We go to see Lord Kael." When I heard those words, I could feel the whole world come crashing down on me like rain. But this was much more than rain. It was one hell of a flood. And it felt some someone had opened the gates of heaven just for that purpose.

Mikail said, "Yes, perhaps the study would be a better place for tea today, Ansel." "Mikail has many years ago followed his father’s example and expressed his distaste for being referred to with title. As a steward of this house, it is my duty to insure that his wishes are carried out. I would hardly be tending those duties if I called him other than his name."

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

My master pulled away from my moth and let his head fall at the side of my head in aggravation. Suddenly the debts control over my mind disappeared. It cleared in an instant and when my logic mind stared to rush back to me it felt like I have been ice-cold and stepped under a too hot shower. It burned and itched all over me and as the memories of what just happened came back, I felt sick and disgusted. His body was massive and even though I struggled to push him away, to get out from the vulnerable position I was in, he did not move an inch. "What do you want?", my master groaned loudly as he lay on top of me, seeming pleased with my failed attempt to escape him

Forever. His name is Kayden. But that's not what I call him. I'm not allowed. For me he is Master. A god to wroship. He’s tall and muscular. His skin is pale and smooth. His eyes are a piercing blue. Sometimes, when he looks at me, I feel like I’m nothing but air. Like I could disappear and he wouldn’t even notice. But then there are other times. When he touches me. When he fucks me. Those are the moments when I feel most alive. Most wanted. Most needed.

He looked up at me as I leaned over the partitioning wall and said, “The Book is the answer to all questions.” He sounded like a newly baptised religious nut. Just what I needed, a Jehovah’s penis. “That’s great but was there anything in the Book—” I thought it best to sound as reverential about his new Bible as him “—that could help us against the Masters?” “No,” said 288. “The Masters cannot be defeated.” Well, not with that attitude they couldn’t. “What if all the golems were to attack the Masters? Could they win?” “No,” said 288.

Jacob said blankly. When Maeve heard that, she was stunned. "Master of Golden Liberty? The Master of Golden Liberty?" "Of course. You might not be aware that the Master of Golden Liberty is extremely talented. He's very young but has already taken over Golden Liberty and is also a grandmaster. He's unprecedented."