The Needle Master Novels & Stories

Even Old Mister Lively’s face became serious, and he asked with a heavy voice, “Where did you get this set of needles?” Seeing their expressions, Naomi knew that both of them had recognized this set of golden needles. She replied frankly, “This set of needles was handed to me by my master Naomi, and it originally belonged to her mother Rachel.” “No wonder...” At the mention of Naomi, a trace of regret flashed across Senior Stone’s face, and he turned to look at Old Mister Lively. “Since this young man is Naomi’s apprentice and has this set of golden needles, please let him have a try!”

Many thought the same as well because not everyone had seen such rare treasures in their lives. Even the old lady who was a traditional doctor had only heard of the rumors, she had never seen the true appearance of the needles. “Hmph, you’re just a young brat! What do you know?” Darven shot Georgie a contemptuous glare. “I’ll let you normies see just how powerful this set of bone needles are then!” He took one of the bone needles and gently punctured the glass coffee table next to him. The almost transparent needle directly pierced into the glass surface with engravings, it was as simple as piercing into a piece of paper.

The offer was intoxicating. "I… need time to consider," I managed. Zac nodded, sliding a business card across the table. "Decide within three days. Remember, true geniuses aren't meant to be confined—they're meant to soar." I stepped out into the night, gazing at the full moon. My mind had already made up its decision. Three days later, I met Zac again and formally accepted his investment proposal. As we talked, I realized he was far more than an ordinary venture capitalist. In the tech world, he was a renowned "Midas Touch," having successfully backed multiple unicorns.

He pulled this segment out of the folder, zoomed in to study it, then zoomed back out. He pulled open the lowest drawer of his desk. Inside lay only a small silver metal case, its edges worn shiny from repeated handling. He unlocked the lid with a tiny key. On the velvet lining rested a marking needle, its tip fifty microns in diameter, hollow inside, filled with a metallic pheromone extract solution. He picked up the needle with tweezers and scanned it under the portable spectrum analyzer. The results were normal: the metallic liquid inside the tip had not oxidized, not evaporated, and produced no frequency drift. He logged the inspection result into a subdirectory of the "L" folder, annota

Benjamin sniggered condescendingly at Chad and said confidently, "Are you testing me, or do you just not know how to treat Mr. Hart and you're trying to steal my treatment plan?" He continued. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I won't tell you! Because I'll treat Mr. Hart right away. Watch carefully. This is a long-lost technique that you have never seen before in your life! The Geronimo Thirteen Needles!" The Geronimo Thirteen Needles came from the Imperial Manual, which had a long history of thousands of years. This technique utilized the 360 trigger points in the human. With different combinations and placement of 13 needles, it could achieve various healing effects!

After a bit of fiddly tugging, she was able to free the needle and walked over to Jasper, who took the sharp point from her. He rolled it between two of his fingers and peered through the hole at the blunt end of the instrument. ”These aren’t from wire,” he muttered to himself for a moment, before adjusting his hold on the needle to hold it between his forefinger and thumb. Languidly making his way around the room, he leaned up and down occasionally to stab through all the cameras that he was able to find, walking into both the bedroom and the bathroom to do so as well.

Niall, who was listening to First's explanation, quickly asked, "Secret weapon? Is it dangerous?" First nodded with a grim face, "These needles can make you lose consciousness and ... stop your heart in just three hours." Elliot's eyes widened in shock, "What? Are you serious?" Kharel bit his lip and immediately asked, "Do ... do you know how to handle these needles, First?" "Yeah, I know that." First Kiansa immediately said to Kharel and his friends, "I need a few things." "Tell us what you need!" Niall said, his face already tense.

The wax slides across his skin in delicate rivulets before hardening in pale streaks. I can’t look away. The moment stretches, thick with heat and scent and silence. Then he sets the candle aside and walks back to the cabinet. He opens a velvet-lined case. There, lined like instruments in a surgeon’s tray, are needles. Thin, stainless steel, each one precise and glinting under the lights. My heart kicks in my chest, not with fear, but with anticipation so sharp it makes my lungs tighten. He brings them over, laying them down beside me like sacred things.

he asked, his curiosity piqued. I gave a sly grin. "It's all about fair exchange, Mr. Sneyd," I said, knowing that he would understand what I meant. "Percy, I get it. We're all men here, and we don't need to say much. I'll just show you," Franklin said, leading me into his private, specially arranged room. Inside, there were various items—restraints, swings, handcuffs, benches, and all kinds of torture devices. There were also photos of nude women posing seductively on the walls.

This time when he spoke, his tones and facial expressions were much softer. "I do not know all of the magic that was placed on the blade. I know that for me, the glow was green, not blue as it is for you. I know that it does not like to draw the blood of its master – that was one of the attributes I asked for when I commissioned it. I do not know why it did what it did, but I am sure it had something to do with it cutting you."