The Needle Master Novels & Stories

Then, he and Andrius entered a room specially cleared for the competition. Many doctors chose to stay and watch. They wanted to see Andrius being defeated by a local doctor. “Watch closely, boy.” Jared took out a silver needle which was curved slightly, and said mysteriously, “This needle is called the ‘hunter’s needle’. It’s made using mystical metal, and there’s a total of thirty-six of them. “Over the decade, I’ve used these needles to save people and root out evil. These needles do not break or bend. Be careful!”

I shrugged. "A lot of things. sometimes to make us sleep, sometimes to make us heal faster after he punished us so someone would buy us, sometimes he'd put a certain drug in us just to see how we would act," I paused for a moment, rubbing my upper arm, "He wasn't gentle when doing it either." Master flicked the tip of the needle before he let out a long sigh. "Pet Masters have always been stupid." He mumbled before lining up the needle with my bicep.

Nicole ignored their whispers as her fingers grabbed onto the row of cold silver needles, her expression entirely focused. Everyone could not help but train their eyes on her finger movements. Her fair white hand was slowly moving along a black leather. Under the silver glint, it had an alluring beauty to it. The hand slowly stopped at the front of a one-millimeter-thick needle. With a slight force from her index and middle fingers, she pulled that needle out between her fingertips. The glint reflected on Nicole's face as she carefully held the needle between her fingers and, with a flick of her hand, gently pierced onto the center of Jimmy's brow.

It was just the result of his experiments after all, not something that had to be added to her arsenal. "Do you understand that you are officially an inscription master now? You might be at the beginning but you have successfully completed your first stable inscription!" "…" Sara was silenced, she really didn't consider that detail. "Since it didn't increase your power you didn't put much thought on it, am I right?" Ivor rebuked her while shaking his head. "Give it a name at least!" Sara thought for a while before finding a simple name. "Moon needle." Sara spent the following days forging the other Moon needles, exhausting her stash of Moon owl's beaks.

I have had my own fair share of problems. I twirled the needle around my finger and missed, dropping into a puddle of oil. How it got there I didn't know. I quickly picked it up and cleaned it with my clothes. And something very interesting came to light that instant. On the sides of the of the needle was something engraved on it, like a calligraphy. I peeked even a closer and I was able to make out something. It had initials T. Y and O. W and some other things I couldn't quite make out. My heart skipped a bit. I know of the O. W but the T. Y? Who the hell is that and why was it engraved on this needle?

His gun dropped and soon, she saw no more threats. Inside her long sleeved top was a weapon strapped by her right hand. It was small and easy to conceal but can be deadly if used correctly. The fashion of the weapon was designed after a crossbow— but a little one— and could only fire needles at high speed. Depending on the distance: the needle would either prick the target, enter the system of the target or completely pass through the target if the distance was close enough. The needles usually have a little vial at the top of the needle that contains various chemicals— mostly poison for effective use and immediate elimination of the target or the opponent. But Hestia only contains chemicals

She moved her arm. “Hold still.” “It is only a cuff.” “That is how cuffs become sleeves.” She stopped. I pressed the edges together. The cloth was worn, but the damage was simple. Ten careful stitches. Twelve if ten displeased me once I saw them. I could mend it easily. I had no needle. This remained offensive. For five years, someone had always known precisely how many needles were in any room I occupied. Mistress Seryn had known where each one was, who held it, and how long it had been away from its box.

He pressed a button, and a bronze needle coated with deadly green poison shot straight toward Frank's forehead! This weapon was a unique assassin's tool from the now-destroyed Mystic Sky Sect. It was called the Thunderstrike Needle, and Kairo's master had passed it down to him. It was known for its lightning-fast speed and deadly poison. It was such a close-range sneak attack! Kairo was confident that Frank would be unable to dodge it! Kairo's expression was extremely ferocious. He had used this concealed weapon to kill many careless martial artists, including Ascendants!

There was no pain or blood in the process. There was not much feeling in Zhou Tian. Mu Zhenhua took out the needle, sighed softly, and shook his head. "Master Zhou, I'm 100 percent sure that this is the Soul-taking Needle!" Mu Zhenhua shook the Soul-taking Needle in front of Zhou Tian. Zhou Tian could not help but admire the masked man. This kind of fine needle was much thinner than his hair. It could actually fly out and pierce the opponent's body with its roots. It was really powerful.

David also needed to use the silver needles to stimulate his meridians and areas where he had suffered internal injuries to speed up the process of medicinal intake. Moreover, Old Master Luther was unconscious now. They needed to wake him up using the silver needles so he could take his medication. Tom took off Old Master Luther’s oxygen mask. Next, Charles took off Old Master Luther’s shirt. David began placing his needles. Soon, his entire upper body and forehead were covered with silver needles. The entire process took slightly more than ten minutes as the Luther siblings watched nervously from the sidelines. Shortly after the needles were placed, Old Master Luther regained consciousness