Spinjitzu Masters Novels & Stories

Master spoke with an unapologetic expression, “The restriction would naturally warn intruders and only those who are arrogant enough to ignore the warning and proceed will be hit by the restriction.” “Any way to confirm?” “You doubt your master’s abilities?” “No… but the wicked are devious.” Chris spoke without hesitation; he continued to inform Master about Song Kun and how he used the soul transferring technique. “Wicked… how dare they?” Master slammed the armrest. He levitated mid-air and then flew out the hut. He rose to the skies, his eyes turning golden when he opened them. It was as though his gaze could reach even the darkest corners of the globe. After a few seconds, he slowly desce

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

"Why shall they find themselves with the Masters?" "It is believed that there is a spell, well, mainly to do with the burning of the bones, that shall allow you to harness the power of a Master." "God, don't tell me that Elloise has this spell?" "No, it is kept secret by the member of the Council, which means our dear Edward here. Even I do not know of the location thereof." "You don't…" "No! Do not even go that way. Edward shall never betray the Belmont House. I believe the aim for Lucius is just to be born. Perhaps he is trying to do it at the place that we will least expect it."

Tessiah lunged, deflecting attacks, but a shadow tendril lashed at her, nearly pulling her into the void. Riven caught Luca’s hand tightly. “Hold on. Hold everything we have. Now.” Luca’s mark surged, pulsing in a perfect rhythm with Riven’s heartbeat. Energy exploded outward, a radiant wave of white-hot power, colliding with the Master’s shadow attacks. The collision was deafening, throwing them back several metres, debris flying, the air shimmering with unleashed force. The Master rose slowly, unscathed, but his expression changed—interest replacing arrogance. “So… the bond is stronger than I anticipated. Fascinating.”

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.

Of course. "Miss Hwang, please keep your mouth shut and don't spoil our grandson's event," Mike said defending Khan's pride. Miss Hwang smiled. "I don't intend to damage it, and I also don't want to linger on this weightless event. Just don't even one of you, dare to insult my master," said Ms. Hwang as she walked out. All fell silent and wondered, who is the master he was referring to? The guests looked at Jeremy Mose and Esmeralda.

She Anita grabbed Jasmine’s hand, yanking her backward. “I’m talking to you,” she snapped. Jasmine turned slowly, her expression calm but sharp. “Do you have a mental disorder?” The words hit Anita like a slap. Her mouth fell open slightly as she stared, shocked. “How dare you?” she spat. “Let go of my hand,” Jasmine said, voice cold and firm. Anita looked down, then slowly dropped her hand, still fuming. Jasmine took a small step forward. Her eyes didn’t waver. “Now,” she said under her breath, “if you have any damn question, go to your fucking master and ask him.”

ROSITA LAUREN’S POV “What do you mean about that?” Master almost looked like he was glaring at me and now he really does not look like Zenitsu. He’s like the mature version of himself, only thinking about his career and being ready for what is bound to happen in his life. “Master, Zenitsu is very high-spirited when it comes to stuff that he wants, but he also lacks confidence as he always runs away from trouble or danger, mostly that is what makes up his personality,” I told him.

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

Though she was clearly outnumbered, Jasmine was still the one doing most of the beating up. Mindy was there as well, though she was simply munching away on potato chips while occasionally cheering Jasmine on as she continued punching the wind out of her opponents. “You’re getting increasingly better at this, young mistress! Judging by how quickly your progress is coming along, soon, I don’t think that I’ll even have anything more to teach you!” said her master who had been observing her spar from the very beginning. As soon as the master’s sentence ended, the group of twelve from earlier arrived at the dojo. Upon seeing Jasmine, all twelve of them bowed in unison.