Master Chief X Cortana Novels & Stories

I knew she was a woman because whenever she stood, I could hear her heels click on the ground and everyone references to the High Master as a 'she'. I sat down, my spot in the center of the table across from some high ranking wolves in this operation. Charlotte sat next to the High Master, whose face was covered with black, conversing with her quietly. I wasn't quite important enough to sit near the High Master just yet, but what I was proposing may get me higher in the rankings and get me closer to Xandria. I could leave permanently without Charlotte. Once the High Master nodded like an Alpha, everyone started to eat as she spoke, her voice filing the room.

I am pushed inside like a sacrifice while the guards shut the door behind me. “Hello?” My voice cracks in the dark room. Nothing. “Hello?” Louder this time. The lights, as if on cue, turn on and behind the oak table, a certain figure sits. Severiano Cortez. He sits like a king at his throne. One leg crossed over the other, his body loose but his gaze… no. His gaze is carved from obsidian, just like his coffee-black eyes. Two handguns lie on the table in front of him, casual as paperweights. A silent reminder of exactly where I am.

Zelda said and Ameliah looked at her in confusion… “What are you talking about?” Ameliah asked… “The Xavier that was mentioned in this book is still alive and kicking. His real name is Cassius.” Zelda said and Stephen and Ameliah gasped in shock… Zelda adjusted herself in her seat and began explaining the story to them.

Maestro: This day is getting better and better. First Dice (my vp) and I finally came up with a plan to get out of the gun trade with the mexicans. Hopefully within the next month we can come up with an agreement. I will pay whatever they want to get away. Now my sister Ruth called me with a present. Phoenix's little sister Robyn walked into her diner and all alone! It would seem Jace let little Robyn out to play without her chaperone. After talking to Dice I left the club. Now I'm on my bike going 70mph to get to the diner before she runs!

“You know we can’t kill you. At least not until we ask you a few questions. Your facility, though? And all your research? Well, that’s gotta go.” The machinechief’s eyes squinted in defiance as he harrumphed. “I’ve been trained by the finest Drogar mindshield matrons,” he sneered. “You’ll never get me to talk.” “Don’t worry, machinechief,” Kali said. “You don’t have to speak at all.” Kali then spun the staff around her body again, then struck him swiftly and squarely across his jaw. The force of the blow combined with the staff’s sonic pulse knocked him out instantly, and his body slumped down on the ground.

"It's not like they're trying to hide it, seems like they are about to attack us." "Knock it off… I think that's enough." Norton said. He looked at the wolves. "Who's the boss here?” Nobody moved at first. Then, an older wolf with gray hair walked forward and turned into a man. It was Xavier. I remembered him. He was Weston's second in command. I had seen him with Weston a few times. "Wow," I said to Norton. "You were right. You knew more than you said. I owe you a thousand bucks."

"I understand, Master. I'll be at home waiting for you." With that, she left the room. "Wow, Percy, I didn't know you were so skilled at training people," Franklin said, clearly impressed. I waved it off modestly. "Oh, I just have experience with handling animals. It's not much, but it's something I know well. Compared to teaching, I'm sure it's nothing." "No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?"

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

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

When I remained silent and seated, he added; "Do you need a count down to get to work?" "That'll be nice". He had other plans. I commended him for thinking he could ever be ready for me. Once again, I saw my ability to see into people's minds as a gift. "Come on then, I'm ready to meet Lucifer". "I'll gladly send you to him. But first, you need to know you're a coward". With that, I disappeared from his sight and pulled out the bottle of holy water from his pants pocket before reappearing before him. "You work for Colton and Victoria now huh?". I asked, tossing the bottle of holy water to the far end of the room.