Master Chief Vs Darth Vader Novels & Stories

Alex let Isla get into the car first, then called Big Ken to the side and asked, "Big Ken, what's the situation?" Big Ken smiled and said, "When I saw that you had been captured, I called Master. Everything that happened after that was arranged by Master. Since your identity and relationship with Master are not convenient to disclose for the time being, he didn't come, but asked me to step in." "He has the power to move the Special Forces?" "Nope. But the Master has a wide network, and the top man in the SWAT team owes Master a lot of favors." "How did he get that much respect?"

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

MasterChief looked around and then in a lowered voice he continued," That man is Commander Benek. The late King's War Chief." "No way!" Nooni's eyes widened. "Mm-hmm," MasterChief nodded. "But I thought he died in battle," Rooni said, furrowing his brow. "We all did," MasterChief replied. "Since he was the War Chief, that means he must have been the King's combat instructor, right?" Vira inquired. "Very correct!" MasterChief smiled. "So you see, this is going to be one hell of a fight." "But why? Why would he challenge the King to a Skarro Duel? Is it not invoked when one has ought against another?" Vira asked.

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---

What did he ever do to be cursed with such luck of unrequited love? Great Lord as his Master tend to find release with whomever they please, be it, men or women, that doesn't mean they go about parading a man not to mention a slave boy as a lover. If you are highly favored, the least you could get is being treated well and differently, some even with respect. Damon wasn't just a slave, he had been favored by his Master, and he had a room in the private quarters of his Master's chambers. He was treated well and respected by slaves and warriors. He was treated differently from the rest and he is the only one his Master trusts completely.

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 was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

It’s like this boundary separates them from life and death in a truest sense. All of the elders looked at their young master for his opinion. Their life and death is within his hand. They don’t want to throw their face away by backing out from this fight. Thus they need the order from their young master. Young master Yao maybe arrogant but he’s not idoit to the point of not able to differentiate the true master from the average experts. And this Xia Zheng might belong to a category of the super master that no one could hope to surpassed him. His eye changed from the arrogant and disdain to actually looks at Xia Zheng.

“By dawn, we’ll storm the safe house and finish them off. The Master wants it done cleanly.” The Master. My blood turned cold at the mention of him. He was the force behind all of this, the puppet master pulling the strings. And now, he had set his sights on the Mafian Wolf Pack. I clenched my fists, my claws digging into my palms. I had to act fast. But charging in blindly would be suicide. No matter how strong I have gotten, facing thousands of rogues would be a suicide mission. I needed information, something to give me an edge.

In response, Diego could only smile awkwardly as he said, “You’re welcome… Still, you and your men are incredibly powerful… My own men weren’t even able to show off that much tonight…” “I’ll have to correct you there, Chairman Jay. After all, the most powerful person here isn’t any of us, but rather, our master. We learned everything we know from him,” replied Whistler as he looked at Gerald before shaking his head with a bitter smile on his face. “Oh? You’re saying that Chairman Crawford here is much stronger than any of you are? Then it seems that we’ve truly made a terribly wrong judgment tonight!” Though a smile was on Diego’s face as he said that, inside, he was getting increasingly flu