Rise Of The Guild Master Novels & Stories

I sighed in disgust as I rolled to my feet, standing over the General who was whimpering and clutching at his knees. "I have no sympathy for people like you General. You follow a man that only feeds on the misfortune of others. A man that would rip a child from the safety and protection of their families. These kids died today because of people like you. I won't forgive you, or your "Master". I will only hunt everyone of you until the Guild is nothing but shambles." I said through gritted teeth, my good arm holding the blade to his throat. The General gave a weak chuckle, his shoulders shaking with his amusement.

Gregor murmured, his resolve unbroken. With each fall, Gregor's resolve only strengthened, fueled by his desire to dispel the doubts surrounding his skill. In a surprising turn, Gregor exhibited signs of a breakthrough, ascending to the Grandmaster status within moments. Witnessing Gregor's transformation, the Stewart family head recognized Alexander's subtle tutelage with amusement. In less than half an hour, Gregor's cultivation status soared, leaving his detractors dumbfounded. Undeterred by his previous defeats, Gregor rose once more, his determination unyielding. With newfound strength and confidence, he launched another attack at Alexander.

Titles, careers, marriages, reputations — they faded beneath the intoxicating freedom of becoming exactly who they truly were. Under His rules. Under His watchful eye. Under His control. And tonight, as thunder rolled across the city skyline and another discreet black car pulled into the alley behind the club, Master William Steele had the distinct feeling that Fantasy was about to change Him forever.

they said in unison. The room froze. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked between the kneeling elders and the spiked warrior, who now stood at the center of it all, laughing. Rufus,and Rophina, were pale in shock, and the head elde closed his eyes, with a deep sigh. He had an unreadable expression, but the light in his sunken eyes went Dime. The council was splitting before my eyes. And one name lingered on their lips, though they didn’t dare say it aloud. They kept on saying master, like he is some sort of God. I remembered I had mentioned the same master. He had a look of reverence. Was it the same master he made mention of that was the spiked warriors master, or another master entirel

Until we stand together, he and I; two naked souls. I lay my palms on his chest: pale skin and a scatter of dark hair with the odd silver intruder. Trailing down, it tightens to a narrow line over his belly before merging with the wiry tangle at his groin. My Master's shaft is twitching to life and I encourage it with a single fingertip; a long slow glide over satiny skin, from the base to the tip. He inhales sharply, his head falling back as his erection pulses larger and harder to stand against his belly. As it stiffens, I wind the fingertip around the ridge, then over the head where a dewy drop is forming. His fingers lace into my hair. "That's it. That's wonderful..."

It was also the cultivator of a Ruler Realm master! Was it really possible for a Ruler Realm expert to fight at a higher level, kill a Supreme Master, and then ascend on the spot?

Audelia wouldn’t have believed that in her first visit to the adventurer’s guild, she would meet the guild master himself. As she watched him descended the stairs and knelt in front of her, the man introduced himself. “My name is Harold Frenzier, The Guild Master of Rozenkrenzt.” Harold knelt and reached for Audelia’s hand as he planted a soft kiss on it. “It is an honor to meet you, Lady Audelia.” Audelia returned with a polite smile, “It’s an honor to meet you as well, Sir Frenzier.”

We decided to send our Summoner, our most trusted coven member, to see if he could find the dragons. When the earth dragon and that bitch of an elf released me from the laboratory, they nearly let their lap dog kill me. Unlike the others, they acted as if I was beneath them, unwilling to help me get home. Well, I did get home, and I’ve risen in the ranks of my coven. My mate, Lilith, nearly died in the arenas. But she’s strong and she survived, just as I did. Now I’m the High Priest and it’s time for me to finally get my revenge for their insolence.

“Yes, sir. Consider it done.” Steve nodded firmly. “We’ll deliver everything you need.” I pressed my palms against the table, leaning forward. “This is not just about money. This is about power. Roland and Garrick wanted to cripple me, to take what I built and twist it for themselves. I will not allow it. They played a long game, but I will end it before they reach their prize.”

He believed that if the Three Knights weren’t stupid, they would know exactly what to do. Seeing Sean leave directly, the expressions of the Three Knights immediately changed. Sean wasn’t angry, but they could clearly feel the burning anger in Sean Diningrat’s heart. He was the true young master. The person they relied on, Roby, was merely a house steward. Since the young master was angry, it was naturally their duty to help him resolve the matter.