Riddle Masters Novels & Stories

Rosie said. “I have another question, Elder Rosie. How do we address each of our Masters teachers and the Grand Masters? Do we address them as Master of Air, Elder of Air, just Elder, Grand Master? I don’t want to disrespect them by not addressing them correctly.” I said. The rest of my friends agreed. Rosie replied, “You address each of your Master teachers and the Grand Masters as ‘Elder’. Like how you call me Elder Rosie, you would call them Elder with their name.”

“I mean, you should have a name. A family.” “I have no one.” “Then how did you get here?” “I don't know.” I slammed my palm on my small, round table, spilling coffee all over the whole place. “I don't know whatever you're up to, but you certainly can't stay here.” I pushed. “I can't be your Master.” Then he stood up, taking slow strides towards me. For a moment, I was blown away by how high and mighty he looked at the moment. If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet.

grandmaster says, “how are you?“ the grandmaster, “Everything Is not fine” Richard retorted, “Why?“the grandmaster asked, “the girl that I kept my house for the renewal has started having nightmares,” Richard says, hope I will not be affected, because I don't want to lose my dignity and my wealth,” Richard says, “did you keep the dog very well?“ grandmaster asked, “and hope she has not been close to the dog?“ grandmaster asked, “where I kept the dog, she can never see the dog” Richard replied,

"This kid is a Special Grade Master!" The progression of a mystique master consisted of multiple tiers. It began with being a regular martial arts apprentice, then ascending through the ranks of Low Grade, Mid Grade, High Grade, and ultimately, Master Grade. If someone possessed exceptional talent and worked hard, they could become a Grand Master, a rare achievement among martial artists. However, there was more to it. Among the Grand Masters, there were Special Grade Masters on the lower end and God Grade Masters at the pinnacle. The late Deux Gambino, leader of The Liberated, was a Special Grade Master.

Our hair was fluffed and curled and set with shimmering spray. They led us into the banquet hall, the six of us plus a few others. The hall looked like it was straight out of a movie set. High ceiling. Stone floor. A long wooden table with pewter flagons and plates. 14 place settings, all along one side. There was space next to each chair, with one or more pillows on the floor. Our Masters awaited us, dressed in tuxedoes. We had been instructed to kneel on the pillow by our Master, which was complicated for me, having three. Master Tim was in the middle and he pulled his chair back so I could kneel in a sort of bubble, in the middle of the three. They all petted me and told me what a good gi

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

“Why will I need a helper?” “Uhm…” She looked genuinely confused. “To help you prepare a bath, pick out your outfit, and run errands for you.” “I can do all that by myself,” I said, dismissing her. She didn’t move. She still stared at me with those confused eyes. “But… but the masters have people do these things for them.” “The masters?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed. “Sir Leonardo and Sir Alexander.” “Why do they call them masters?” I remember the man I met at the penthouse that morning also called Alexander master. It sounded so strange.

I turn around to look who is he looking. He was looking at Red who blankly staring at Master. It seems like what I see right now isn’t good, I can sense intensity. "Stop this, Red." Art said. Red didn’t answer instead he seems to have an eye-to-eye contest with Master Master smirks. “You know what, if only Rackie can see us right now, I’m very sure that we both have bump on our heads.” He said then eats his cake.

Cullen screamed. Heart nodded. “Ugh, yes, I will come again for you, my master, ughhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhh!”