Master Chief X Arbiter Novels & Stories

Character name :- X Affiliated Region :- Eastern Region Title :- Shadow Master Class:- Swordsmen Level:- 17 HP:- 9860/9860 Physical Attack Damage:- 346 Defense:- 231 Attack Speed:- 313 Movement Speed:- 479 Basic Attributes:- Strength 195, Agility 270, Endurance 250, Intelligence 329, Luck 117.

Pressured by circumstances, Clark reluctantly listened to his potential client's request, only to discover it was the Young Master who had once slandered him, nearly taking his life. Renamed Agent C, Clark recognized the face despite the Young Master's aging. Today marked their first meeting in ten years. "So, whom do you want me to eliminate?" The Young Master revealed his target: Arrendice Hart, his cousin, a significant obstacle since her mother's demise. Clark, now aware of the family's intricate turmoil, faced a moral dilemma.

And standing directly behind her, his arc-rifle reloaded with a fresh, pressurized cylinder of total-deletion fluid, was Lord Garrett. ​The grey-haired Arbiter was bleeding from a dozen deep gashes across his face, his obsidian armor caked in ash, but his eyes carried the cold, bureaucratic finality of a man who would gladly erase the entire continent to protect the integrity of the High Council's ledger. ​"The manuscript is closed, Princess," Garrett's voice cut through the psychic static, transmitted straight up the silver wires of the broken alignment. "The southern copy is initializing. Step into the gold stamps and let the file dissolve."

“Why? Open your eyes, Cory.” With great difficulty, he did. The gray eyes stared into his, then traveled down to his groin. When their eyes connected again, the master was smiling. “So, no amount of beating at the Institution was enough to drive sensuality out of you ... Is this what you are trying to hide?” Cory nodded, lost for words. “Good,” the man said shortly. “Let’s set some ground rules, Cory. My name is Xavier, and I am your master. My first request is that you forget about what you were taught about having to hide your arousal.”

And with their past history, he wasn’t comfortable having too many of them gathered like that in one room with him. “Okay, everyone, as you all know, this is Alpha Arric Barther. Most of you probably know him as the Maverick. He is the first son of Alpha Roffe Barther,” Zachary said, his voice strong and authoritative. Arric nodded in acknowledgment as he continued to scan the room. And to Arric, Zachary said, “Alpha Arric… allow me to introduce the members of the council. Each one of them is responsible for a different aspect of our region.”

The most confused people were Marcus and the chief priest, Marcus has heard several stories of how people got their blessings and gifts so he was shocked when the altar suddenly went off without anything happening and the chief priest was even more surprised as something like this had never occurred in this kind of situation, the only times such things occurred was when a superior Hunter was to become a supreme Hunter or when a supreme Hunter was to become a Predator and the Hunter god deemed the person insufficiently skilled to be promoted and in that kind of situation those involved will just and practice more but this situation at hand was quite strange as this was a child who was here to

FENRIS "We were told to follow Master Xanthos. Master Xavier knew about his plans and just wanted us to keep an eye out for him, to save him if he was in trouble," speaks the rogue, who's bathed in the stench of fear and disgust. I grunt at his answer and control myself from ripping his throat off or rather to cut off his dick which twitched when he looked at my mate. I have been sitting here for almost an hour, interrogating this bastard who's keeping me from returning back to my mate. I sigh and shake my head at the stubbornness of this rogue. He just won't co-operate.

You couldn’t hear me, and you stopped moving. I look down at the dagger to see the sable eye moving and blinking. ‘It’s Micah. I saw him again. He said he would always be with me by my side in spirit. I get it now!’ I say, standing with a smile. ‘Part of Micah is in this dagger. Micah wasn’t kidding when he said he had carved his eye in the dagger so he could always keep his eye on me. He said he would always be by my side! Don’t you get it? The dagger is always by my side, whether it’s tucked in my belt or sheathed in my baldric. Micah has always been with me from the moment he died, here in this very dagger. His spirit has always been with me! This is why I could hear him whisper my name a

Chimera stood in the back, his face full of resentment. "Rumor has it that there's a special instructor in their team, someone known as a martial arts Master. Their physical prowess must be related to this Master." Hearing Chimera's words, Liam was momentarily stunned. "Martial arts Master?" Chimera turned to Liam. "Even you know about the martial arts Master, Grandmaster Burrey?" The next moment, Chimera seemed to recall Liam's previous performance, and his eyes widened. "Grandmaster Burrey, don't tell me you're our martial arts Master?"

"It's just a game, Percy. I'm just indulging a curiosity of mine. It's not illegal, and you have no right to control it." Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke convincingly. "Then I'll leave. This is too much for me. Enjoy your game!" I said, turning to walk away. But she grabbed my arm, pleading with me. "Please, Percy, I haven't finished the training yet. Just wait a moment." "You can train by yourselves. I'm out of here." As I spoke, I suddenly realized what they were talking about—intercourse! "Master, we want to train our obedience."