Master Chief X Cortana Novels & Stories

"The Maintainers haven't just possessed him; they’ve moved his consciousness into a Deep-Storage Partition. Everything he is—his loyalty, his memories—it’s all in Read-Only Mode. He’s being piloted by a combat-script that has ten thousand years of predator-data behind it!" Xander ducked a swipe from a blade that had grown out of Caleb’s elbow—a jagged, silver-edged thing that pixelated the air as it moved. "Then how do we stop him without... without deleting him?" "I have to perform a Live Debugging," I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. I dropped to one knee, placing my palms flat against the floor. I didn't look at the fight with my eyes; I looked at it through the Local Area Networ

He hastily said, "Get up, please." Aella passed on his message. "The Grand Master tells you to rise!" With a whoosh, the Crescent members stood up. "Where's the Grand Mistress, Grand Master?" asked one of the Crescent members loudly. They loved Nana a lot and had not seen her for a few months now. They missed her. "The Grand Mistress…" Logan felt a pang of sadness when he thought about the deaths of Nana and Maia. However, he had to tell them about this. "The Grand Mistress pitted her mystique power against her junior, Maia Spittle, in Little Xeottect. They are now both dead," said Logan glumly.

Pressured by circumstances, Clark reluctantly listened to his potential client's request, only to discover it was the Young Master who had once slandered him, nearly taking his life. Renamed Agent C, Clark recognized the face despite the Young Master's aging. Today marked their first meeting in ten years. "So, whom do you want me to eliminate?" The Young Master revealed his target: Arrendice Hart, his cousin, a significant obstacle since her mother's demise. Clark, now aware of the family's intricate turmoil, faced a moral dilemma.

"Hello? General Han speaking!" The Master Chief said "General Han! I don't know if you will remember me, but I am Shawn Hodge. I was a Master Sargent under your command back in the day." George did remember this man. He was an excellent soldier. "Oh yes! I remember you well! I'm glad to see that you have made it all the way to Master Chief. I hope that you will be able to help us out with this Sloan idiot." "I will do all that I can! With you in charge there, we should be able to wrap this up in no time!"

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

She slid down, crossed to him, and said sweetly, “Father.” “Well done. Your progress is impressive.” “Thank you, Father.” She beamed, sitting close. She would use everything he gave her—training, resources, power. If Caitlin could master it, so could she. And one day, she would surpass her. A servant arrived, whispering news in Zorro’s ear. His jeweled finger tapped the armrest. “So. They’ve arrived.” “Who?” Zora asked quickly. “Xero. With Sebastian and Caitlin.”

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

"What override?" "It’s an automated execution order, sir!" the security chief shouts over the sound of distant alarms beginning to blare through the lower floors. "Northstar’s primary reserves are being liquidated into an unlisted off-shore clearing firm right now! And the secondary master key that authorized the transfer... it didn't come from Mrs. Adrian.” Eliot's eyes cut to mine and stay there. Long enough that I start doing math on how fast I could reach the door. I didn't upload anything. I open my mouth to say so and nothing comes out. The phone speaker crackles again, the chief of security’s voice trembling with absolute terror. "The master key belongs to Xavier Adrian, sir…”

Mary exclaimed, folding her arms against her chest as her brows furrowed in anger. “Look, I'm not Yuna. My name is Cortana Teragon, a long-lost relative of Yuna Teragon. My friend and I were able to cross into the world using her magic. We're here to see Yuna; we have information we believe might interest her,” Cortana said, stepping forward. The man stared at Cortana for a moment. He suddenly pulled out his sword—a curved and broad talwar with a golden handle. He pointed the sword at Cortana, then yelled.

“Some uninhabited. Others… cursed. Even our maps don’t name half of them.” Alexandro let out a frustrated sigh. Behind him, Kiara and Serena’s brothers—Jacob and Edward—stood quietly, each waiting for orders, each equally restless. The soldiers had begun setting up temporary camp along the coast, while scouts were dispatched in all directions. But this was still like searching for a needle in an ever-growing haystack. “I felt her,” Alexandro murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “Her voice in my mind. It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a fantasy. She’s alive. She’s still strong.”