The Master Of Fate Novels & Stories

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

"But I've realized there's more to life than revenge." His words hung in the air, leaving me wondering... Was it the truth? Or a clever lie? Only time would tell. Lucas's evasive answer left me unsettled. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hiding something. To distract myself, I brought up the Master. "Lucas, who is the Master?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Lucas's expression turned serious. "The Master is...ancient," he began. "Over 1800 years old."

Ronan is scratching his arms again and this time, he takes his both hands to stop them. “Stop scratching them because your arms don’t really itch.” That seemed to surprise Ronan. “How did you know?” “I just know, so stop scratching them or you’ll hurt yourself.” * * * * * * * * * * Cross has heard multiple times and has read a couple of books regarding Fate—the unbreakable Bond between an Omega and an Alpha. The bond that is decided by destiny, both a curse and a blessing. A Bond that you didn’t choose for yourself but doesn’t have a choice but to accept it.

I gasped at the answer and he continued, "Their engagement was a business deal between two families since their childhood. But Master was never interested in it. When Vladimir Agosti, your maternal grandfather, betrayed the senior master in business, the business went down in a huge loss. He couldn't accept that and fell sick. Master was out of the country at that time, receiving his higher education from Finland. He returned immediately with the news and in his arms, his father died." "Master was furious and blinded by rage. He only had a family who died. He broke the engagement first and then slowly started investigating the matter of the business. Agosti's deed made him blinded with reven

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o

Misty said narrowing her eyes. “His name is Victor, apparently him and Marcus have some kind of past, and well Victor is actually the Master of the underworld.” She said leaning her head back. “I have a feeling he is going to wage war again, but this time Heaven might lose.” She said closing her eyes, she wanted to pass out but she had to keep her friends in the loop.

He said moving his eyes to hers. Rose frowned slightly how will she know it when no one told her? Is she a mind reader in his eyes? “But no one told me, Master.” Fuck! He cursed in his head as soon as he heard her sleepy voice calling him master. He loved how seductive it sounds from her lips. “Master.” She whispered but all his attention was caught by her lips. Rose sucked on her breath when he started leaning to her lips. She clutched the edges of her wet dress in anticipation. She pressed her head against the wall expecting him to just fulfill his desires. But then.