Master Chief X Arbiter Novels & Stories

Tomorrow, and then the day after tomorrow, slowly he will give everything that belonged to Lenna to her rightful heir, Charlotte. He nods to himself. This is the right decision. For some reason, this decision makes Arthur feel a little better than he did a few minutes before. He wipes off his tears on his sleeves and rubs his eyes. Sleep! He should sleep. Gulping down the rest of the liquid in the bottle, he lies down on the chair and holds the wooden box close to his chest. Within minutes, he is out cold completely unaware of the werewolves that are about to enter into his cabin in a few minutes and take him to a world unknown by the humans. He seeks redemption for the sins he committed, we

Again the room erupted, but this time with disapproval. "Do not be dismayed," he instructed them and again gained their attention, "his highness has also granted me for my personal protection and the protection of my bride," here he smiled down at Sylvia, "my full regiment if they are of the disposition, and Captain Emmett has requested to join forces with us. All of you know that the assassin known as Retribution has long pursued me. This pursuit continues still. What you do not know is that I have hired Revenge, her mentor, to train any of us that are willing as well as Sylvia and Mora if they will agree to it to fend off this deadly enemy."

the arbiter sneered. Tara, using her mountain werewolf strength, charged at the arbiter with a fierce roar. The arbiter met her attack head-on, their clash sending shockwaves through the air. Despite her strength, Tara was no match for the arbiter’s raw power. He overpowered her, throwing her to the ground. The arbiter stood over the fallen team, his expression one of contempt. “You and I knew this battle would end one way,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “My way.”

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

Snickering, Xinya picked up an old looking laptop from that box, she clicked shut down on the box and watched as the contraption went back to it's pre opening position, it was as if no one had ever been there before. Xinya carried the system with her an returned to her bed, she switched it on and to her surprise, there were countless notifications, missions and assignments were aplenty as well as personal messages questioning her sudden disappearance from the circle. She smiled. Starlight, Young Master of the hacker world, and a figure that could oh so easily, and with a single movement turn the entire hacker circle into a chaotic place. She chuckled, scrolling through the messages and allia

Fanning sat in silence, his face a study in tightly leashed fury. “We are House Masters,” Warwick growled. “We delegate.” “You hide,” Mika replied. Xavier watched it all unfold with amused detachment, eyes half-lidded like a cat sunning itself on a window ledge. He stretched, slow and casual, his joints cracking softly beneath his coat. “Well,” he said, voice mild, “I’d say that concludes our little exchange, wouldn’t you?” He gestured lazily toward the ring and the standard. “You have what’s yours. We’ve been very good sports about this.”

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

Behind him, he heard the chilling hum of a liquid-metal staff being charged. “Subject 02,” a voice boomed from the High Arbitrator. “You are carrying a counterfeit signal. You are a distraction we will no longer tolerate.” Alexander skidded to a halt at an open-air marketplace. He was trapped. The High Arbitrator stepped into the light of a flickering streetlamp. “Where is the girl, Alexander?” she asked. “The core is too large for your fragile mind. You are dying for a ghost.” Alexander leaned against a container, blood beginning to leak from his nose. He looked at the Arbitrator and smiled a bloody, defiant grin.

It startled Claret, and a shiver ran down her spine simultaneously as if that man had seen right through her thoughts. Claret hurriedly picked up the new clothes and put them on obediently. She said, “Thank you, Young Master, for your assistance just now, but I heard that Master Argo is the sixth in command of Storm Corps, and he wields a great deal of power in Hathe City. So, Young Master…” Before Claret could finish, Young Master Vladimir interrupted her coldly. “Music!” As he order, the familiar music suddenly sounded in the room. Claret stood on the spot. She was a little at a loss.

Theron POV The morning was already a disaster because the courtyard was full of nervous warriors and the smell of the dead messenger was still hanging in the Great Hall, so when a black carriage with the iron seal of the Mercenary Guild rolled through the gates, I knew things were only going to get more complicated. I walked down the front steps with Marcus trailing behind me, while the guards stepped back to let the carriage stop right in front of the main entrance. A man stepped out who was wearing a heavy grey coat and a silver monocle, and he looked at the dirt on the ground with a look of pure disgust before he turned his eyes toward me. He was the High Arbiter of the Guild, the man who