The Puppet Master Prodigy Novels & Stories

“You’ll cum when I say so. Not before.” She nodded frantically, already unraveling. “Yes—yes, Master—please—” He pulled back slowly—then slammed in again.

The smile didn’t mock me. It promised--- more! “Is there anything you need, Master?” I blinked, confused… “M-Master?!” I echoed, the question jarring in my mind. Master?! What the hell did he mean by that? This was the second time he’d said that, but I was no closer to understanding what it meant. What the pact between us meant… And for some reason, I couldn’t find the words to ask about it… “What--- what do you---?” I began asking, but before I could, he stood, unfolding to his full, towering height before me. With a simple swipe of his hand, the hood fell away, revealing his thick black hair---

I moan back. I arch my back as he pulls my shirt down slightly, just enough for my bra to come into sight. He slowly pulls the right cup down. My nipple pops out, and he immediately wraps his mouth around it, making me moan out loudly. “Fuck, Xavier.” I tug harder against his hair, pulling at the strands as he bites the sensitive nipple. “Oh, the things that I am going to do to you, little girl.” He says, pulling away from my nipple to flash me a smile.

Controlling puppets required a large amount of strength from their part, and many mages lost their mind due to it as well. The master behind ‘Seraphine’ must be extremely strong, seeing how ‘Seraphine’ was proficient with her magic. Not only that, she blend in with the people well and even understood them. No one would be able to ever suspect her as a puppet. Since the mastermind was this good at the art, why were there so many failures around at the North. Just what did that person aim for? The failures— the ones that died or ran rampant— aren’t used by the puppeteers. It was considered a waste of their energy for these failed puppets do not work as they intend.

Everyone called my sister Alessia a prodigy. I was the only one who knew she was a thief. From the day I moved back into the brownstone, she started taking from me. Quietly. Carefully. My designs. My sketches. My drafts. Everything I created would appear under her name before I even had time to finish it. The family stood behind her. Always. My father, Salvatore Lucchese, head of the family, his word law itself, said he believed Alessia.

That thing must have been a puppet, as he could not feel any signs of life from it earlier. But it was not a Corpse Puppet. A Corpse Puppet was the most ominous puppet of all and it did not have a mind of its own. The Corpse Refinery Sect was the best at refining them. However, that puppet seemed to have a certain extent of its own mind and was way more powerful than a Corpse Puppet from the Corpse Refinery Sect. But he really could not piece it together who the ice-sealed man was. A being with 12 puppets that were in such defiance of the natural order would have been unchallengeable in the human realm.

It was there, in the final chapter of their journey, that they would confront the Puppetmaster face to face. As the final confrontation unfolded, the true identity of the Puppetmaster was revealed—a shocking twist that sent shivers down Alex's spine. It was someone they had known all along, someone they least expected. The realization rocked their world, leaving them questioning everything they thought they knew. The Puppetmaster's face contorted into a wicked grin as they reveled in the chaos they had orchestrated. Their voice dripped with venom as they taunted Alex and Sarah, reveling in their manipulation. It was a sick game to them, a twisted dance of power and control.

This master manipulator had observed our every move, studying our strengths and weaknesses, and now sought to test our resolve like never before. The Puppetmaster's actions were shrouded in mystery, leaving a trail of cryptic messages and puzzles for us to unravel. It became a cat-and-mouse game, where every step we took led us deeper into a labyrinth of mind games and psychological warfare. We realized that this adversary was not to be taken lightly, and our lives would never be the same again.

- the little prodigy Puddy Forger. He heard them continue to talk nonsense. They probably still need to ask because it's still morning. The group saw that the little boy was getting impatient, so they hurriedly explained, and in less than a minute, the prodigy Puddy Forger knew what the torn fabric was and what it was used for. "Why do adults always have useless things in their heads?" - Puddy Forger, the little prodigy. Sigh, these people, including Miss Forger, just thinking about their foolish appearance in front of the mirror makes him get a headache. He really can't understand what the adult world is like.

Gabriel agreed, saying, "This is what I have heard too. But if not dark stone, what could his powers be?" Chungyong said, "If I think about back then when those tentacles came out of the ground, I felt an unknown energy." Mingyo added, "I felt that too." Mingyo has always been the topper of elementals of the whole school. She had been just a point before losing it to Orlee in the test. She had the best energy reading capacity, again after Orlee, the girl (Orlee) seemed to have every power in the universe. Mingyo looked down, shying away, her two high ponytails draping over her shoulder. Her purple hair has always been a show to go with, plus her small figure has always made her prey to many