Master Chief X Arbiter Novels & Stories

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!"

It better not be what he was fucking thinking! “No casualties. In and out with a minimum of noise. Clear?” Xavier fixed each man with a piercing look. At their muttered understanding, he continued. “I’ll take the lead engaging the target. Your only job is securing an exit route. Ready weapons.” Their car idled conspicuously until the nearest sentry approached to confront them. Before the man could bark out more than a harsh command to move along, Xavier’s blade found his throat with serpent-like speed and efficiency. Dragging the choking guard behind cover buying precious seconds, Xavier led the charge towards the entrance at a dead sprint.

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

Hector said dreamily. "What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "I said 'if' that implies, I am speaking hypothetically." He cleared his throat. "Anyways, Master Austin is here and he requested to see you. I know what I said was jumbled but try and use bits of my advise to better yourself. It's just that I have been silently listening for so long that I wanted to voice out my opinion. Now that I finally got the chance. I just mixed it all up and genuinely speaking I have no idea whose side I am on."

But if I think they would back down, they only continue to move towards us and start to break out in a fit of ungodly hissing as they are snapping their exposed teeth at us. Well, my restraint snaps. With absolute determination to show them of their foolish ways, I step closer, "You have made a fateful mistake tonight." I pause for a moment as I position my finger softly against the trigger of the Colt. "For one, my dear friend, I am you Vampire Master now," I slide the tip of my finger over the trigger, then I continue, "Your second was ruining a decent Armani." And with that, I gently snap my finger until it makes direct contact with the trigger that sets the motion for the bullet to leave

The brothers of the pagan master river began to curse the worthy archer and got closer and closer to the two fighters, one old and weak, and the other a powerless boy, the bow was still killing, but now the fight will become serious, and they had to face the other four, remaining on horseback from all that savage and mocking horde, were only ten paces away from the last robbers and horseman. Dixon let the bow slide into the quiver of arrows, and drew his freshly painted white shield and sword to the best of his ability. the marquis's son, and he remained silent as usual waiting for a spear to pierce his chest, and death always smiled at him in frightful dreams, the close battle became danger

he says, his tone sharp, “should you find yourself with another Subject X in custody, instruct your men to handle the situation with care. This is unacceptable.” “Yes sir,” Corvin acknowledges, his eyes meeting mine for a moment. The look he gives me, filled with a cruel promise, makes my skin crawl as he steps away, moving to stand at the corner of the courtroom. “If that is all,” the Arbiter says, his voice grating on my nerves, “then we shall begin the decision process.” Decision process? My stomach churns, a sickening feeling washing over me. Whatever this is, I know it can’t be good.

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.

ONE MONTH LATER… SKYLA. The Alpha Gen X game of the fucking century. Tonight, we have the Game Master himself, This has been the most awaited game for the fans of the games in over a year. The Panther is going up against the Game Master - X himself. Through the last tournament the Panther was the victor and now… now he would go head-to-head with X. X is said to be a man who lives in the shadows, powerful, strong and someone who would without a doubt win.

But beneath that surface, Jack could sense something vast and terrible, like glimpsing a whale's shadow from a tiny boat. "Jack Miller." Her voice created ripples in reality itself. "The Anomaly. The Bridge. The one who purifies what should not be purified." "I prefer 'Jack.'" He kept his voice steady despite every instinct demanding he run. "You have a name?" "I am the Arbiter. I speak for those who sleep beneath the waves." She tilted her head, studying him like a scientist examining an interesting specimen. "You have sixty-three hours, forty-seven minutes remaining. In that time, you must answer three questions."