The Master Of Fate Novels & Stories

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.

The people on the Master house can’t believe what they saw, they saw their master so sweet gone the master who emits dangerous aura, gone the master who is cold, expressionless and always in bad mood, gone the master who they know never touch a lady except his family. What they saw now is far far so far to their master. They are all in daze. What they saw today was far so far to their master who was ruthless, cold, and dangerous. What make their master so calm gone the short tempered master they know. Who is this goddess near their master who he cared the most.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

“Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.” The Master’s eyes swept across the trembling subordinates. “They thrive because of bonds, because of love. Connections that shield them, that make them stronger than any shadow I can conjure.” He paused, voice curling like smoke, almost savoring the words. “But all bonds have cracks, do they not? Weak points… moments where the heart falters. That… that is where I will strike.” A smaller subordinate shivered. “Strike at… the bonds, sir?”

“You should be begging me to accept you as my mistress.” Mistress? Was this man insane? The audacity, no, the delusion, he wore like a crown was unbearable. He needed to be put in his place. Right now. I met his eyes, rage bubbling through my chest. “You know what?” I spat, voice shaking but fierce. “I’d rather be mateless for the rest of my life than be tied to someone like you.” I could feel power rising in me, like the Moon Goddess herself was guiding my tongue.

No matter how the other party's cultivation was. This formation, in some ways, was also his regret. Because he didn't succeed! He always wonders why he didn't succeed back then! Now he finally knows the answer, just because of this disaster! What if he also screwed up this time! Since it came from outside the formation, it must be a person from the present world! Although he didn't know who it was, trapping the other person here forever is better than having them go against him again in the future! The master waved his sleeve, bit his finger, blood dripped on the ground from his fingertip, and he spoke confidently.

There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity. I had expected fear. I had expected terror. But he wasn’t afraid. And then, the king stood, lifting his goblet high, his voice booming across the courtyard. “Tonight, we celebrate the beginning of our kingdom’s future! A future free from the darkness cast by the last dragon’s shadow!” The crowd erupted into cheers. Goblets clashed together. Laughter rang out. I growled. Fools. Did they not realize their enemy hovered above them? Enough. Time had come.

"That is the first part of the binding of an apprentice to the master. I have not agreed to let you live, let alone train you in anything!" "That is also an Oath of Truth." "What significance is that supposed to have?" "The blade was a gift to me, enchanted by the same wizard who enhanced my voice. If I break my Oath, it will pierce my heart." "And if I refuse to take you on?" "Then I am bound to follow and do all I can from the shadows." She said, but her voice was not as strong as it had been until now and she hoped he did not call her bluff. If he refused at this point, they all might be dead by morning.

“Hey, Chinaman! How dare you sneak up on me?! Do you know who I am?” “Do you know who my master is?” Master Fatal growled through clenched teeth. He may have suffered a slight loss, but he wholeheartedly believed that he was invincible. Harvey only managed to take advantage of him by sneaking up on him. His master was one of the holy monks in India. Thus, Harvey obviously lacked the strength to challenge him! Harvey was indifferent. He snorted coldly, “I don’t care who you are. Whoever your master is, it’s none of my business.”

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.