Rs3 Slayer Masters Novels & Stories

The guns shattered into pieces in an instant, and thunderous explosions erupted. Over three hundred people crumbled before the enemy, their ranks broken and scattered. Blood and flesh flew everywhere. Rory extended his hands, causing lightning to crackle and thunder to roar. "That's Thunder Arts! He's actually a Savant Grandmaster who practices that secret technique?!" Jasmine's face turned ashen. "I am the Sovereign Grandmaster of Thunder, Rory!" Rory smirked. "On the Aston Savant Arts Ranking, I rank 157th! Ms. Smith, don't underestimate me!"

He then stomped down on the ground, creating cracks with his power that stretched toward the masters. Bam! Bang! Boom! They coughed blood and were thrown off, getting knocked unconscious on the spot. “Grandmaster!” One of the master-level fighters who was about to attack screamed, “Get Master Mason and the others!” Three grandmasters then put themselves in Kayson’s way. “Kid, this is the Friths’ place. There’s no room for your insolence!” one of the grandmasters snarled coldly in anger. Kayson looked at them and said, “I told him to get the Smasher out. Did Clifford Frith not understand me?”

"Sarah has made an excellent suggestion which I'd like to implement immediately to speed up the game. Everyone who wants to participate, find a slave you wish to participate with until all the slave stations are filled. Rob will roll the dice for both the slave and the client. All slaves will then do as they have to do at once, the client will do what they need to do at the same time afterward, then everyone slide down to the next slave and Rob will roll the dice again. When you've been to every slave station, a new group will replace that one and it will start again. So pick a slave." Reggie, Marge, Edward, Chen, Mistress Dark, Sarah and Jerry found a slave station. Marge was at Ron's stati

Master slid the table in front of me backward so I could clean our cum from his prick. "Ladies and gentlemen," Master said, "in honor of this occasion, I would like provide my slaves services to anyone who wishes to partake of them. There are only a few rules attendant to their use. The first is that Rhonda may only be used by women. Zoe is putting out an assortment of toys which may be used by the women present. All three slave holes are available to any woman who wants to fuck her. This is in accordance with her slave agreement with my wife.

From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave. TBC

Master Damien got to the boundary where his warriors were clearing out their attackers. He looked on to that the attackers had reduced in number and many of them were laying on the floor dead. The ones remaining are few in number while none of Master Damien's warriors got scratched. Master Damien smiled, quite impressed at his warriors strength but he wasn't going to waste anymore time there. He climbed down from his horse, slide out the two swords and started matching towards their attackers who in return charged at him in a rush.

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."

When she met his eyes, she saw that they glowed. "Brandur?" she gasped. Brand wrestled for control of his wolf. He hadn't planned to complete the final step of the bond this way, but whatever was happening was too strong for him to fight. "I'm sorry, Elskede," he gritted out, his growing canines starting to slur his speech. Before she could respond, he struck, biting down on the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck. Her tattoos pulsed even brighter and her body convulsed with pleasure as the final stage of the bond overtook her.

She repeated weakly, her lips trembling. “Three lines! Form three lines, fools,” Thorn growled, his long whip shining brightly in his hand. He quickly turned, his eyes fixed on me. “Get in line bitch,” he spat, his face twisted in a frown. “I'm try-ying,” I stuttered, pulling Steph. She could barely stand, her legs were bent making it impossible to lift her up. “Fuck!” I groaned, filled with frustration. The other slaves were already in line, murmuring within themselves.

The Ravagers didn't have a sane mind and could attack him if they set eyes on him. Inside the cave, Keegan moved swiftly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness with ease. The Ravagers laid lazily on the ground, and it only took three seconds of the gates being opened before they growled to their feet. Trapped in their wolf form, their eyes glowed as they charged toward him, their snarls echoing in the cave. But they stopped short, recognizing who it was—their master.