Romans & histoires Master Chief X Arbiter

"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.

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."

It wasn't the pilot. It was the voice of Arthur St. Claire, sounding calm, cold, and utterly victorious from his secure bunker. "Thank you, Ivy. You just delivered the kill-switch directly to the source. The War of Blood is over. The harvest has begun." If Ivy’s attempt to save her mother actually triggered the final stage of Arthur’s plan, who is the "Master" he is truly working for? And as the helicopter sinks into the lightless depths, why does Ivy suddenly feel a heartbeat that isn't her own, isn't Dante’s, and isn't Eleonora’s—but a fourth pulse, coming from the very bottom of the ocean?

"Alpha, it's good to have you back." "It's good to be back," Xander replied. "How are your injuries?" "Am healed sufficiently to supervise this session. The commander smiled. "The warriors have been looking forward to your return." Xander folded his arms across his chest as he watched two young men sparring. "No." The word was carried across the field with just a single word. Both warriors immediately froze. “It's all wrong on footing.” He approached them. "If your balance is weak, your opponent doesn't need strength to defeat you."

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?"

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”