Master Chief And The Arbiter Novels & Stories

It startled Claret, and a shiver ran down her spine simultaneously as if that man had seen right through her thoughts. Claret hurriedly picked up the new clothes and put them on obediently. She said, “Thank you, Young Master, for your assistance just now, but I heard that Master Argo is the sixth in command of Storm Corps, and he wields a great deal of power in Hathe City. So, Young Master…” Before Claret could finish, Young Master Vladimir interrupted her coldly. “Music!” As he order, the familiar music suddenly sounded in the room. Claret stood on the spot. She was a little at a loss.

The captain solemnly gave his command. The minions, in return, became serious once again. They all attacked in groups, creating chaos. But it is to no avail. The sniper fired but she only changed the bullet's trajectory by deflecting it with her still sheathed sword. ... All of these actions fall upon the eyes of the man and his master floating above the skies of L.A. "Uhuh, a good seedling," said the master while playing with his beard. The man became bothered by this reaction and reminded his master, "We are only allowed to take one seed, Master."

“Tapio Cabral?” James froze. Who was this person? He had never heard of him. Of all the martial artists of the Mount Thunder Sect, he had never heard of Tapio Cabral. “Looks like you’re not from the Mount Thunder Sect.” James’ stunned expression made Archbishop Polaris aware that he was not from the Mount Thunder Sect. Archbishop Polaris could never forget the name of Tapio Cabral. A hundred years ago, he was defeated by Tapio, the then Great Grandmaster of Sol.

Well, Zero was not by her side because that night they were together in bed, his brother Cryp called saying that the grandmaster died. Terry, the grandmaster's sister killed her own brother. Luckily, Cryp was there and immediately took avenge of his master. There on, he did not know what to do so he called his brother Zero. Zero came rushing to the chamber leaving Sasha behind. "What happened?" he asked Cryp. "I--I," he stuttered with the blood in his hands. But Zero did nothing but hugged him. "You did what is right," Zero said. The next day, Zero took the throne. Cryp took his brother's position as the Arial master next to the grandmaster.

He was strange, like the others, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, his form somehow wrong. Aria Nightshade, he said, his voice carrying the same chilling quality as the messenger from before. You think you have won. You think this battle means something. But you have only delayed the inevitable. Aria stepped closer, unafraid. Tell me about your master. The prisoner smiled, a terrible expression that held no warmth. My master is older than your first, older than your world, older than the moon itself. He has watched you rise, watched you grow, watched you defeat his servants one by one. And he is pleased.

They were no longer her problem. Arlyle, Artie, and Allie exchanged a subtle glance as Master Fu finalized the arrangements. To any observer, they seemed like obedient children, their small hands folded neatly in their laps, their expressions polite. But beneath their angelic faces, their minds were working fast. Arlyle, the eldest by mere minutes, was the strategist. He had seen the barely concealed relief on Maribel’s face when Master Fu suggested they leave. He had also caught the flicker of hesitation in Alaric’s eyes, his father was unsure but ultimately trusted the old master.

At that point, Gerard smiled miserably and helplessly, “All of us who survived have been maimed, and the fallen soldiers have not even received a proper funeral. “However, the culprit still roams free, emboldened and more ruthless than ever. How can we keep quiet about this? We’re filled with hatred...” His words trailed off. The other injured soldiers all pleaded with sorrow and anger, “Wolf King, you must seek justice for our squad!” “Wolf King...” Andrius’ expression had turned dark as ink. He turned to Noir and said coldly, “Who’s the current Central Warzone Master?” “Terry Cooper.” Noir answered truthfully, “He was originally a general under Fenrir and was quite talented in administrati

My late father must have been bellowing in his grave. "..he couldn't do anything about it. That's how it is.. if the Master wants you there is no way of going about it." "Do you still see him..?" "Who?" She questioned. "Master Gallagher the 1st.." "Occasionally.." "Do you like it?" I questioned and this made her laugh. "Stop with the stupid questions dear." I felt guilty. "You said Master William was here yesterday?" I changed the subject. "Yes, apparently rumor has it. He wants to permanently buy you off from his father."

At the same night, master was sleeping in his room. Chenguang and Zhang Wei silently entered the room. They started to find the book. "What are you two finding dear?" Suddenly, Master Qiang wake up. Chenguang and Zhang Wei scared to see their master. "Oh no! I told you Zhang Wei." Chenguang said with fear. But Zhang Wei didn't listen to him. Suddenly he saw a book next to the master. He attacked his master with a knife and took the book from there.

the deep voice of the master replied, “I can hear the whispers of our Lord. His resurrection is drawing near. We must not dally.” “I have already prepared the men,” the man in purple replied, waiting for praise from his master that would never come. “We are only waiting for your command.” “Then go ahead and ravish them,” the Ardmhaistir replied, “Make sure that you return with the artifact in hand. You know what will happen if you do not.”