Master Chief X Arbiter Novels & Stories

He straightened up to his full height and jutted out his chest as he stated proudly, "I am Antonio Maverick. Xander's Beta and his second in command who has given the authority to take his decisions in his absence." I narrowed down my eyes, "You are abusing the power he has trusted you with." He threw me a death glare, "And what made you think so?" raising his eyebrow, he continued, "Do you think that Alpha Xander will come running here as soon as he'll know of your arrival?" I raised my head higher and uttered confidently, "Yes. I don't only think so but I actually believe that."

The phone speaker crackles again, the chief of security’s voice trembling with absolute terror. "The master key belongs to Xavier Adrian, sir…”

he spat, the words sounding like a curse. From the darkness emerged three figures. They didn't shift into wolves; they remained in human form, draped in heavy, slate-gray robes that seemed to absorb the moonlight. They were the Arbiters of the Great Council—the keepers of the ancient laws, and the ones who decided which bloodlines were fit to lead and which were to be extinguished. The central Arbiter, a man with skin like parched parchment and eyes that held no warmth, stepped forward. He held a staff tipped with a jagged piece of moonstone that glowed with a sickly purple hue.

It was the first time he’d shown anything close to surprise. “You fused three threads,” he called down, voice echoing unnaturally. “Impressive. Reckless, but impressive.” Sariah didn’t release the bond. “You’re not used to anyone surviving this long.” “No,” the Arbiter said. “Because none of you understood what you were carrying.” Dain stepped forward, power still coursing through him. “Then tell us.” The Arbiter tilted his head. “Very well.” He raised his hand, and the ridge behind him broke.

The entity inside me and Aeliana clamps down hard, like a hand on the back of my neck. Calm, it says in my head. This one is Observer-of-Consequence. It only watches. For now. Hands move toward knives. And feet slide into fighting stance. The three visiting Alphas step in front of their seconds without thinking. Even Marcus Silverstone’s fingers close around the grip of his pistol. The air feels thick, like trying to breathe syrup. “What the hell is that thing?” Marcus Silverstone asks. His voice shakes just a little. “I am an observer,” the Arbiter answers. The words come from everywhere at once, inside my ears and inside my skull, layered with so many voices that they don't belong to any t

he said, standing there like a bouncer, refusing to move as he protected his brother. "Rick this is an order fucking move now, or your brother will die from blood loss, this lady here is a surgeon," Andrew spoke while rubbing his forehead, this cousin of his was always suspicious of everyone which was a good thing because it kept the pack safe, but at this moment it was just a hindrance. Rick looked at Andrew with respect and trust in his eyes, but when he turned his eyes to Anita, only doubt and suspicion reflected in his eyes. Listening to his boss who he knew never liked to repeat himself, he made way for Anita.

Lyra’s POV. I wiggled around the chair trying to get off the ropes that bound me with the chair, anger and fear cursing through me as I stared at Xavier's dark deep orbs that exuded venom and the smug smile that spread against his lips. "Why are you doing this, Xavier?" I spat, firing my words at him like bullets. His smile grew wider. "You're just a pawn in a bigger game, Lyra. This is about Sage. Don’t worry princess, I may or may not hurt, so I won’t make any promises”

"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."

Eric laughed hysterically. "Since you're about to be killed by me soon, let me make it clear to you. The four people standing before you are the four prodigies of Chitara's ancient martial arts families. "The Cooks' prodigy, Paxton Cook. "The Shelmans' prodigy, Jasper Shelmans. "The Powells' prodigy, Dexter Powell. "And the Huntingtons' prodigy, Calvin Hutington. "Since you're an ancient martial artist, seeing these four who are all legendary meridian-opening masters, you must be trembling with fear, huh? Haha. Too bad, you should've killed me that day. Now, you have no chance!"

Jaw clenched, Xavier pivoted and returned fire in one smooth motion, dropping the concealed gunman on a fire escape above before slipping into the shadows himself. Martha was trying to slip the net now, clearly desperate. But Xavier knew these streets far better than she ever would. He circled the block stealthily to where another idling vehicle waited in an alley. Within seconds he had thrown himself into the backseat. “Tail the dark sedan west!” he bit out tersely. “And raise our contacts heading it off.” Xavier relished the churning adrenaline flooding his system as they tore off into pursuit. He painstakingly checked his weapons while his driver wove through the night. Red was creeping i