Riddle Masters Novels & Stories

"What the hell is going on here? Why am I chained to this bed? "Why am I chained? Where am I?" I demanded, my voice shaky with fear and confusion. The lady's grin only widened. "You are in the presence of the Masters. They will be with you shortly." I felt a shiver run down my spine at the mention of the Masters. Who were they and what did they want with me? I tried to tug at the chains again, but they wouldn't budge. The lady's smile didn't falter, but there was a hint of something unsettling in her eyes. "Oh, don't worry about that, Raini. The Masters just want to make sure that you don't go anywhere. They have big plans for you."

I hadn’t realised I had said it to start with and I know that I am not allowed to say it, but then he asked me to. I turn slightly and look over my shoulder. The Master smiles and whispers, “Good evening Emma.” “Good evening Master.” The Master frowns a little and then turns me more so that I am now lying on my back and he is lying over my chest. He places his hand on my cheek and says, “Say it again…” I know what he wants to hear but I act a little clueless as I say with mocked confusion, “What? Master…” He frowns again until I can’t stop the smile as it tugs and the slight giggle that leaves my lips. I see in his eyes the moment he realises what I had done. He then says in his own mocked t

When he reached the part where Master Sena found him and brought him to the Village of Deities. Lyra interjected. "Five masters?" she asked, her voice still sharp despite the immense strain on her body. "What kind of people hide in the hinterlands with that much power, and why would they save you?" "They were guardians of balance, weary of the world," Rayden answered. "Master Raksa, the martial arts grandmaster. Master Erlangga, the master of internal energy. Master Mahadewa, the master alchemist. Master Calia, the master of formations. And Master Sena, the sword sage who saved my life."

In some cases where the student performance was exceptionally good during the demonstration, more than one Master would make an offer and the new ‘recruit’ could choose who she or he wanted to follow. “I’m sure you will receive more than one offer. If you could choose… who would you follow?” “The water,” Ayla warned, and then sat on the table, thinking about that possibility. If more than one master actually wanted her? She knew little about the great Ten Masters. Among them, the ones who caused the biggest impression from the stories were 1st Master Brenna Calix, 4th Master Nox Chevalier, and 10th Master Ler Aldrich. The 1st Master was so powerful she had been around for more than 500 years

She looked at me, concerned and taken aback. "It is a group of seven men from across the world. They decide the course of the world. Be it politics or the underworld, they control everything.", I stated. "What are they? The illuminati or something?", Akanksha asked, slightly amused. I smiled at her. Obviously it sounded like a stupid subplot of the big villians from movies - but only if it was. " They are pretty similar, but the only difference is The Masters are real. The Illuminati is not..", I stated.

The group of people seemed to have come from a rather strong background, and any one of them happened to be profound masters. However, judging by the extent of the glow on the opponent's fist, their attainment was probably only that of a level one profound master. Grandmasters were divided into levels one to nine, with nine being the most powerful, and the same level applies to profound masters. The two dark-skinned individuals were level one masters.

Or, like me, you can become a master earlier because you exhibit great strength. Here I am a Master due to some fluke, but I'm nowhere near as strong as a thousand-year-old Vampire. It's not uncommon for someone to be turned into a Master one day and be dead the next. It's the nature of the game. The Masters are my police but also much of my headache. Vampires are a selfish breed, and having to answer to someone they look down their nose at is always a pain. Tyler flanking me makes it easy to keep them from jumping on me, and Julie with her sharpened senses can anticipate something foul like the countless traps I've avoided.

Unbeknownst to her, her timid, animal-like presence, skittish, wide-eyed, and radiating raw fragility had caught the unwavering attention of the Head Master. He stood at the far end of the bar, a towering figure exuding authority in a tailored black shirt that hugged his broad, muscular shoulders, his expression perpetually unreadable behind a neatly trimmed beard that added to his enigmatic allure. Known simply as "The Owner" or "Head Master" to the bar's elite clientele, he was a legend in this underground world—ruthless in his control, yet revered for his unwavering fairness and deep understanding of the human psyche.

At the wooden desk in front of the glass wall, Isabella put her hands both on her forehead and then massage the temple of her nose. "It's been sometime, but still no clue who'll be the possible master mind behind of all these," Isabella muttered to herself. Elijah walked towards her and sat down beside her. "We are not going to stopped the investigation, Isabella. Let's just looked at the brighter side. At least we already have some gathered evidences that there's really a crime that took place," Elijah reassured her with a small smile, while Isabella remained silent.

Ordering it around clearly was not going to help the matter. “I am showing myself, it is not my fault that you do not see me. But let me not digress, although playing with you is a temptation, my master would not approve of me putting my own pleasure before his orders. My master requests your presence in his castle, my sweet.” Cryptic. The people from the Dreamlands all seemed to speak in riddles whenever it suited them. I suppose that it lent them an air of mystery which the realm seemed to thrive on. “And who is your master?” my voice was laced with irritation.