Master Chief X Arbiter Novels & Stories

"Heavenlock Immortal Array!" In an instant, the power of formation enveloped the entire hollow. The twisted force kept coming from the depths of the hollow, and the sound of steel torrents burst out. Xander Faris was the first to rush to the Nation Master. He opened his palm, curled his five fingers, and grabbed the other side's chest. Every nail of Xander Faris was comparable to that of a superior sharp weapon. The Nation Master raised the paddle-like magic weapon in his hand and blocked in front of him.

He set it on the polished bar between them with a soft, definitive clack. “This is the Arbiter,” he said. “Each number corresponds to a category of play. We would negotiate the specifics of each category beforehand. A roll could command anything from a specific type of touch, to a position, to a… more creative directive. The rules are sacrosanct. They are what make the surrender safe, and therefore, truly liberating.”

The Arbiter had moved deeper into the avenue. In his wake, he had left many dead, dying or subdued. He had gone through two clips and his trigger finger had felt the quiet sting of fatigue. H-6 prayed for the gang’s surrender, but a few were still rallying their defiance. He caught a glimpse of them, through the sensor saturated blanket of his war visor. Older gangers would wave their weapons in blatant defiance, using their innate charisma and leadership to rally the younger ones back into the fight.

Old Master Grayson shook with a rage that bordered on convulsive, his finger trembling as he pointed at Xavier. "Get out! You curse, get out of this mansion immediately!" The Old Master’s hatred was rooted in a bloody family history. He had three sons. The eldest, Arthur Sr., had been sent to prison by Xavier on charges of embezzlement. The second, Xavier’s own father, had spiraled into a murderous insanity following the betrayal of An Lan.

I said, my hand tightening on the handlebars of the Norton. The lead ship deployed a docking platform made of shimmering blue light. Three figures descended, dressed in the dark, heavy robes of the High Court of the Network. In the center was a woman with silver-spun hair and eyes that looked like they had seen the birth and death of a thousand simulations. "Dax Steele. Mia Chen," she said, her voice amplified by the fleet's resonance. "I am Arbiter Voss. You are charged with the unauthorized restructuring of the global grid and the possession of an unregulated sentient-mapping the Ghost Wolf."

He released a short brief Chuckle, "We would have been great friends, Maya. I like your retorts, your confidence, your smartass cocky sass." She made to grab his hands, he withdrew his. "We can still be all that." "You don't get it, do you?" "Get what?" She muttered tiredly, tempted to close her eyes and block out his voice rather than hear him confirm something she already suspects. "Xavier resents me and I can't forgive him." "I ain't Xavier, I'm Maya. His assistant that you thought was damn pretty and that was the only reason she didn't get fired for swearing on her first day of work, remember?"

"If we try to brute-force a shutdown, the Arbiter triggers the final phase: 'Total Transparency'. It will release the private communications, the offshore tax havens, and the internal memos of every board member for the last fifteen years. It would be the end of the financial world as we know it. We wouldn't just be broke; we’d be in a federal penitentiary by sunset. The Arbiter isn't a thief; it’s a judge, and we’ve been found wanting." Julian looked back at the holographic map. He saw the coordinates he had flagged earlier—the nondescript warehouse in the industrial district of Accra. It wasn't just a localized server farm for the West African corridor. It was the physical "seed" of the Ar

"You used the administrative bypass to authorize the complete, unrecoverable deletion of the primary master directory. You didn't save the network. You killed it." ​"I did all I needed to do" Xavier said, his voice steady as iron as he raised his tactical rifle back to his shoulder, the red laser dot finding the exact center of his father’s forehead and staying there, completely motionless. "And I ended you. Now, get out of my house."

While the crowd cheered, the large screen flickered before displaying an image. Black Maple Master was holding the severely injured Rosalie with one hand, his expression twisted in a grimace as he laid out his conditions. "Have your wife withdraw from the contest if you want this girl to live, Alexander." Once Igor was chosen as Chief Financial Officer, his identity no longer mattered. Rules were determined by votes, and everyone had to comply. "Black Maple Master, you scoundrel!" Alexander gritted his teeth, wishing he could chop Black Maple Master into pieces and feed him to the dogs. Time and again, Black Maple Master had caused him trouble, setting traps to kill him repeatedly.

Alpha Chester glared at me to the extent that if eyes were bullets, I would have been 10 feet under by now. “You've decided to cause a nuisance since I refused to kill you, right?” I asked, collecting a sword from one of the guards. “How could you kill my mate? You're heartless!” He yelled. “Oh, she later died?” I laughed. “I only gave her a few cuts on the chest and neck, that's all.” “I'll kill you, Xavier!” He yelled, and I cut off his left hand with the sword. Scarlett screamed and held Arnold tight. “I'm your master now. Call me Xavier one more time and lose another hand.” I threatened.