The Mastery Manual Novels & Stories

"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."

Maru asked in silence after he received the book from Master Corin. “Affirmative, Maru. The two manuals are meant for resonating with the world and call on its properties to guide the natural essences into your own body. This will in turn make your cultivation progress repeatedly in a slow arduous manner. But this Immovable Stance of the Heavens is better compared to the former.” The system replied. “Can you learn all the contents of the Hall of Scriptures for me, Madame Ais? That way I don’t need to come here anymore and would just ask you for guidance for these many manuals and secret techniques?” Maru really could not look at all of these at once.

“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?”

he countered. "There is no way to show you without a doubt, but if I could do anything to gain your trust it would be this" and she pulled a glowing blue dagger from its hidden sheath and handed it to him. He immediately knew it to be Veritás, Retribution’s enchanted blade. She then put her hand over his and placed her other on the blade. As quickly as lightning, she had sliced her hand and said, "I bind myself to you for the duration of this contract. I will give my life to save yours and to avenge it if I cannot prevent your demise." "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!"

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.

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

"I understand, Master. I'll be at home waiting for you." With that, she left the room. "Wow, Percy, I didn't know you were so skilled at training people," Franklin said, clearly impressed. I waved it off modestly. "Oh, I just have experience with handling animals. It's not much, but it's something I know well. Compared to teaching, I'm sure it's nothing." "No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?"

She was still lost in her fantasy world when the Master's voice brought her back from her daydream. "Get on the bed and spread your legs" he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed.

Chapter:5 ****** A handsome man lay on his bed stripped off his items of clothing as slaves lazily tried to bring him pleasure. A slave girl sat on him while she rides him as another worked on trailing kisses down his legs. A gentle male slave lies beside him as he ran his hands up and down Their Master's chest. But the receiver wasn't in the mood for such foreplay. His body, heart, and soul were completely owned by the thoughts of just one man. Gouria didn't want to send the slaves out of his presence just yet, for fear of what might befall them, so he lay there staring pitifully at them as they worked his body.

The Master’s form shimmered between them, almost intangible, a ghost of energy and darkness. “Brave words for someone who just fed me the energy I needed,” the Master said, voice low, almost a whisper carried on the wind. “Do you see it now? Every step you’ve taken, every bond you’ve strengthened—it’s all been my design. The Sacrifice Game was just the beginning.” Wolf stepped forward, weapon drawn. “You’re insane! You’ve been using them—using all of us—to strengthen yourself?”