Novelas y relatos de Master

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I hope that command will stick, the last thing I need is for her to be in the middle of an undead warzone. Mike sought out the tallest location he could find, overlooking tomorrow's melee. What he found was a clock-tower. This will do. Settling into a meditative trance inside, Mike began to explore the neural-pathways attached to the stealth he'd learned earlier at The Crypt. This is important, even the other vamps couldn't detect me while Synched, so it could give me the edge I need. After some time, he found that he could Synch at will, slipping away from conscious notice. This is more efficient than pheromone-ing people.

The waves of anger rolling off of him in thick waves. "Stay out of my home affairs, Muller. I don't take well to the unwanted interference," Nikaulas warned him in his deadliest tone. Her name from his mouth, it fired up his fury to sky-high. He resented the affinity in his tone to his black core when he took her name. His concern for her was grating on his nerves. It made him want to rip his tongue and snap his vocal cord. This man was clearly begging to be killed.

Or was there something deeper than just the rivalry between wolf packs? “Yes, Alpha Wood is our leader,” he answered firmly, emphasizing the power behind his words over and over again. “He has gathered an army and taken over this region to protect what is left.” His voice was firm, but there was a sadness in his eyes that was hard to fathom. Perhaps, that was the reason they had endured this long conflict.

“It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!” The entire place fell deadly silent. Lillianna was so shocked, so sore, she didn’t know what to do. Her tears were falling rapidly now, no way of stopping them. She was a mess. AJ turned her around to face him now and licked the tears off her face crudely. “Who is your master?” The bastard was not done humiliating her. She wanted to spit in his face. She wanted to lash out but did nothing of the sort. She wasn’t a fool, she knew what he was about.

I state and she nods while typing, but as she enters my rank and name a beep sounds. "Captain it looks like there is an active note on your file. Council member Hik has requested a meeting with you," she says and my stomach leaps as I hear the name of the council member who handles retirement. "Is he available," I ask trying to keep my voice even and she nods. "He is. I will beep him. Give me a moment," she replies before pressing another button. "Councilman Hik, Captian Cull from planet Shikaz is here," she states and the clear button flashes green.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.

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Harrison replied. The floor jolted violently, knocking Savannah off-balance. Jackson caught her again, pulling her close as dust and sparks rained down. The heat intensified. The roar of the servers grew louder, rising into a near-deafening howl. Cole’s breath came fast. “We need access to the Master Core. That’s the only system left with enough authority to stop the purge but Harrison disconnected the route.” Savannah’s eyes widened. “Disconnected?” Cole nodded, frantic. “He ripped the hardware link. The only way to reach the Master Core now is physically.”

When I finally ran out of desperate words, he steepled his fingers and studied me like a piece of meat on the cutting board. “I can give you the time off,” he said slowly. “Paid. Plus extra for the missed shifts. But nothing’s free anymore, little girl. You know that.” Relief and dread crashed into each other inside my chest. I nodded quickly. “Whatever you want. Just… please.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek, teardrop-shaped silicone plug, slightly curved, with a flared base and a wireless remote beside it. It wasn’t huge, but it looked heavy. Sinister.