The Needle Master Novels & Stories

"Do you know why I asked you about this silver needle? When I started my apprenticeship, my master instructed me that if I ever saw this silver needle, I should immediately inform him." Molly took out another silver needle, identical to the one in Harriet's hand. "Look, it's the same as yours. My master made ten of them." "Who is your master?" Harriet's interest was piqued. To her surprise, the silver needle left by her mother was made by Molly's master. It appeared that Molly's master and her mother were acquainted. "He is a famous physician in Agral City, known as Mr. Copeland." After a pause, she continued, "I can only reveal this much about him. Now it's time for you to fulfill your prom

His Spiritual Root was damaged, and treatment would be extremely complicated. “It shouldn’t be a problem,” James uttered decisively. Crucifier was capable of treating even the most severe injuries. James took out Crucifier. Seeing Crucifier, Yalerad stood up excitedly and stared at the steel wire in James’ hand. “T-That’s Crucifier?! It’s the weapon belonging to the Ancestral Needle Master!” Hearing his exclamation, James looked at him. “Ancestral Needle Master?” Puzzled, James asked, “Henrik, who is this Ancestral Needle Master? Do you know about Crucifier’s origins?”

June grunted. “Support him? More like he’s supporting me!” Despite her little grumble, she quickly pulled out a new set of needles and disinfected them. Unlike the normal acupuncture needle set, which had 108 needles, June’s set consisted of 360 needles of varied sizes and lengths, all crafted from gold. Kaze knew the woman was also a professional, so he stopped bickering and concentrated on the task in hand. After Sasha and June were both ready, Kaze started to give instructions from the side.

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.