My Master Is A God Novels & Stories

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.

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

The Cult Master's mood was still murderous—would he kill her and Ambrose, too? However, what happened next stunned Monica. "Master? What master?" The Grandmaster Heaven Cult Master grabbed his head as if he were in pain. His gaze kept fluctuating; he looked a little crazy. Then, he wheeled around and grabbed hold of Monica's wrist. He said with reddened eyes, "Who am I? Why did you call me Master? You know who I am, right?" When he said that, his eyes sparkled, but his head was in excruciating pain. He started to mutter, "Yes, I have to rebuild the Grandmaster Heaven Cult. I have to search for Mistress... Mistress…"

We just needed our orders. Jack's POV I kneeled before this bitch, feigning respect for her strength, and as I did I muttered a silent prayer to a name I dare not name. A being of irrefutable power, experience, and wisdom; The great old one, Our patron god, a being so wicked we would only be a shred of his potential. "MASTER, WHAT ARE OUR ORDERS?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and as I did, it felt like a weight on my shoulders weighing infinity was lifted and I stood.

Master leans forward on his chair while crossing one leg over another and tilts his head to the side. “You heard a rumour and you want me to confirm if it is true or not?” His eyes dart across the six of them and settle on the one who looks like the leader. “Not at all Master” he falls on his face, “we dare not make decisions for the only descendant of the moon goddess amongst us” Master immediately shoots out of his chair as the words reach his ear and I see him ball his hands into a fist. “What did you say?” He growls climbing down the little stairs in front of him.

Having every last thing in the shelves, in the supermarkets, and in the stores holding the stamp of Masters Global… My campaign would be world domination on the market scale, becoming the sole provider of every household and formal need possible and thinkable… I would become a god of merchandise and the deity of commerce… Ares Masters, the man who revolutionised business! I sat in my office chair, my legs crossed and hands clasped together, relishing the thought in vigour and determined hunger to make it happen. I turned to face the wall to see the image of my father hanging on a wall facing me too. I stared in his eyes and I could see his them staring into mine all the way from the grave, t

'' Celia is a witch , Stella is fairy , Adam is Swordsman , Albert is spell caster '' the master said . '' What about that little girl ?'' asked Arthur . '' I am not a little girl , i am one hundred years old you fool , i can erase your existence from this world '' she shouted . '' Calm down , Noir is , her existence is closer to gods in this world she's the god , there's no magic or spell that she cannot use '' the master said . '' And what about you master ?'' asked Arthur . '' Me ? i am well a magician along with giants ability '' replied the master . '' She's the strongest here '' said Noir . '' Yes i have'nt been able to beat her yet '' said Adam .

"It's just a game, Percy. I'm just indulging a curiosity of mine. It's not illegal, and you have no right to control it." Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke convincingly. "Then I'll leave. This is too much for me. Enjoy your game!" I said, turning to walk away. But she grabbed my arm, pleading with me. "Please, Percy, I haven't finished the training yet. Just wait a moment." "You can train by yourselves. I'm out of here." As I spoke, I suddenly realized what they were talking about—intercourse! "Master, we want to train our obedience."

“Feel how deep I am?” Jasmine moaned, voice muffled against the tablecloth. “Yes—yes, Master—” His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her there, keeping her pinned as he drove his cock deeper, fucking and pounding her pussy like it was going to be his last. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say you love being fucked like this.” Jasmine’s toes curled. Her stomach tightened in pleasure, lips trembling. “I—I love it—Master—I love it—oh fuck—”