White Master Novels & Stories

"H-How dare you hit me?" The Vermillion Bird snapped exasperatedly, "You're lucky I held back! You're one of the four Celestials, and you can't even recognize our master's presence! She doesn't just carry a trace of her presence. This is the master herself!" It lowered its head again, addressing Aria with utmost reverence. "Master, the white tiger has been sealed within this palace for far too long. His mind has grown dull. Please don't take offense." The white tiger finally snapped out of it. The thought it had rejected earlier came crashing back. Aria was its master.

Dark marble floors gleamed beneath soft amber lighting while floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the sleeping city below. His office occupied the center of the executive wing. As expected, Master Damian was already there. The muscular man lounged comfortably on a black leather sofa with a crystal tumbler of vodka in one hand and his feet propped onto a polished steel coffee table. "You look terrible." William rolled His eyes. "Good evening, Damian." "That's not a denial." Damian grinned. William removed His jacket and draped it over a nearby chair. "I assume you stayed because you're nosy."

It was as late as her apology. A vendor that I had worked with for a long time called me and told me that there was a dinner party tonight. He told me to deliver a whole pig over. The buyer was a very rich man. He offered to pay three times the market price. I went to the mansion following the address I was given. The man at the entrance saw me and looked shocked. “Professor Taylor, it’s only been five years! Why do you look so haggard?” Someone asked him curiously, “Mr. Reid, do you know him?”

“The Moon goddess is grateful to you for giving her victory over her sister. The bracelet is a reminder of your victory. It'll heal your poison.” I gasped, how did he know? I slowly took it from him. More tears streamed down my face due to being both sad that he was leaving and happy that I got my signature wear back. “Hold on to those you can, Aries." He said as his light and form began to fade. “June," I gasped and grabbed his hand. “You're the White Wolf. You're stronger than you think." He said as his hand dissipated into thin air. “June….” “Thank you for giving me peace.” His whole figure finally disappeared with the wind.

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”

“How rude. I’m your master. You have to call me Master or Master White Lotus.” The narcissism and smugness in the Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens were revealed. Meanwhile, Pigsy squealed. “White... White... White Lotus?” He could see that this guy was desperately suppressing his laughter, not knowing if it knew the real meaning of white lotus. The Mystic Maiden was infuriated. “Laugh your *ss. From now on, you have to call me Master White Lotus too.” This time, Pigsy’s facial expression looked even richer.

If it wasn't at least 150kg, then it would Be pretty much close "Your master?" Rowan was stunned. Of course, she did not expect the White Doll to say something like that. "Are you mistaken? Your master isn’t at Western&Prosperous Town." At that moment, Rowan's face was deathly pale. She could feel the powerful aura coming from White Doll. ... The White Doll said, "He's my master." Rowan hurriedly followed the White Doll's gaze and saw Lucas. "He... is your master?" Rowan could not help but shudder. She realized that Lucas was not a zombie but a human.

the lady says as she hands me a half-face mask. It is full black with a few specs of silver and white glitter on. “Thank you, ladies. Again I'm terribly sorry.” They give me a small smile as they exit the bathroom to gather their stuff and then they leave me in this empty room to look at myself in the mirror. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

That bald man scolded, “Who do you think you are? You have no right to obstruct my young master’s path! Listen up! This is Jehan White, the White family’s Young Master, one of the Creeds of the ancient martial arts world. Believe it or not, I can take your pathetic life away now!” Sure enough, this was human nature. Whether it was an ordinary urbanite or the Creed of the ancient martial arts world, there will always be such a domineering scum. People like them will always learn some bloody lessons.

As he was busy buying vegetables to prepare dinner in the evening, Charlie suddenly received a phone call from Jasmine. After answering the call, Jasmine spoke to him in a serious manner as she said directly, “Mr. Wade, it seems as though Mr. Yaleman has invited some antique, Feng Shui, and metaphysics masters to attend a banquet that would be held at the White family mansion. He wants me to ask you if you have the time to attend this banquet.” “The White family? Who are they?” Jasmine replied, “The White family is a middle-class family with two male descendants, Gerald White and Kevin White.”