Master Chief And The Arbiter Novels & Stories

Craved it more than I thought possible. “Yes,” Levi rasped. “She’s mine as much as she is yours. Don’t tell me how to handle her,” he said firmly. “I never said she wasn’t.” Andrius growled. “Alpha,” Levi finished. His voice sounded… needy. “Would you like to see what our Mistress is doing?” Andrius murmured. “Yes,” Levi whined.

But before I could really get it to stick to something concrete in my mind, Ani spoke. “A long time ago, when I was still a young god, I challenged one of Nyx’s sons,” he said quietly. “In our fight, I nearly killed him. But before I did, Nyx begged me to spare his life, and I agreed on the condition that I would be her Master.” I stared at him, the words slow to settle, but eventually I got their meaning... “You forced her into slavery,” I realized, watching him closely. He flinched, but not from my tone. It was from the truth in it. From the mistake he’d made that haunted him still...

Unbeknownst to her, her timid, animal-like presence, skittish, wide-eyed, and radiating raw fragility had caught the unwavering attention of the Head Master. He stood at the far end of the bar, a towering figure exuding authority in a tailored black shirt that hugged his broad, muscular shoulders, his expression perpetually unreadable behind a neatly trimmed beard that added to his enigmatic allure. Known simply as "The Owner" or "Head Master" to the bar's elite clientele, he was a legend in this underground world—ruthless in his control, yet revered for his unwavering fairness and deep understanding of the human psyche.

The Master voiced out while relaxing his back on his Floating Dark Throne, A hot boiling pot appeared before Martinez and the Cube were the blood of Smith is appeared also. " As you can see, I have the last blood with me, Hand over the two bloods and I shall proceed with the Awakening of the Great Armageddon, My very good friend " The Master stated and Martinez slowly approached him. " I will only hand over this cubes if you fufill the deal and Set my soul free, I don't need to be a bondage to your every command " Martinez said and that caused the Master to giggled, Two monsters appeared before Martinez and they grabbed the cubes.

"Over the years, I've always relied on you to pass messages. I still don't know what the master looks like. Is it because you've never trusted me, or is the master's identity not supposed to be revealed to me?" Arnold slowly said, "No matter what, things went wrong and the road got bumpy, I had to see the master with my own eyes!" "I'll pass on your message to Master Cromwell, Sir," the butler said. "Once things calm down a bit, meeting won't be a problem."

He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

Wirata Group. Today the activity went on as usual, but what was different was the mood of the Chairman, since all employees had been hit by a splinter of his anger, and the person who suffered the most was Secretary Roy, he had been cleaning up what was wrong according to his Young Master. There was a knock on the door of Deffin's room. "Excuse me, Young master." Handing over the file. "This is the file you requested." Secretary Roy had placed it in front of Deffin, but the Young Master did not even glance at it, he remained in his position, raising his legs on the end of the sofa table, and resting his head while closing his sharp eyes.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

“Riven Saintwalker. Luca Saint. You’ve come exactly where I expected.” The Master emerged from behind a crane, cloak swirling, golden eyes gleaming like molten metal. Behind him, Bishop and Vex stood, both visibly wary now. But the Master’s aura dominated everything. “You’ve rallied your little group,” he said, voice echoing across the docks. “Admirable. But futile. You can’t win against a plan that’s been decades in the making.” Riven stepped forward, energy coiling around him and Luca like a living shield. “We’ll see about that. You’ve underestimated us before. Won’t happen again.”