Sasori Puppet Mastery Novels & Stories

Elena said with a sad tone. Really, she didn’t mean to cause any trouble for the people here. And this time, she was ordered by the young master’s assistant himself. Sully's eyes widened so much they nearly popped out of their sockets. “What?!” She almost screamed. It can’t be that she possibly believes her just like that. This uncivilized girl would lie to achieve her goal, seducing the young master with her face and body. “I’m not lying, earlier Thomas…” “Don’t fool me! I know your tricks! I’ve seen it many times how women like you always try to seduce young master with your body! It’s not only you that will got the trouble you fool!” She pointed at Elena face with eyes full of hatred.

Same as how Rion actually didn't need to eat to keep on living, but it just felt nice to taste and eat a meal. "Master Rexa," Rion greeted the old man. "It is indeed nice to see a legendary person like you here." Master Rexa laughed out loud. "What legendary? Are you trying to mock me right now? I'm just an old man with a back problem. What legendary are you talking about? Hah... you just want to sweet-talk me right now, didn't you? Quit it already! I'm just an old man." Master Rexa was a sword master from Frozen Lotus Pavilion. He was a senior sword master, well-known for his skill and vast experience. Even famous masters like those from Liebu Moluntain had high respect for him. He was trul

That was the moment when the puppet realized that Severin's power was several times stronger than it. Desperate to flee, it tore through the void without a second thought. However, Severin denied it the chance and unleashed his mastery over space and time. The space within a thousand-mile-radius was sealed while time was frozen. "What divine technique could this be?!" the puppet exclaimed, confused by Severin's power. Crafted by the Ancestora, the puppet was strong and had the attainment of a perfect-stage half-immortal. Not even a true immortal could survive more than a few exchanges with it!

The nerve. What truths could he possibly have that would shake me? He thought he could dictate what I was or wasn’t ready for, like I hadn’t endured my fair share of hell. It made me want to scream, to claw at something, anything, just to release the pent-up frustration twisting inside me like a coiled spring. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t fragile. And yet, here I was, feeling like a marionette dangling on invisible strings, with Silas Vercetti as the puppet master.

A freezing wind carrying the scent of damp earth, death, and overflowing rage instantly swept through the room, snuffing out every ritual candle in a single breath. The Pope’s magic vortex was snapped violently. The old man was thrown forward, coughing as the debris of destruction filled the air. In the shattered threshold of the wall, a man stood amidst a thick, black fog. His black hair was disheveled, his shirt torn in several places, and his crimson eyes glowed intensely in the darkness. In his right hand, a jet-black sword enveloped in hissing flames crackled. The Grand Temple, which was said to be untouchable, now lay half-demolished beneath his feet.