Master Splinter Novels & Stories

Celeste smiled sarcastically as she turned her back to leave and as soon as she left, Clive locked the door. 'She has never changed.' as Clive lets out a sigh of relief. Clive started unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt and wiped sweat all over. He don't know if this sweat is still the sweat from the emergency situation or because of Celeste's presence a moment ago. When he was done, he immediately fixed his self and went out of the bathroom. "Oh! Finally, you are done, Dr. Aster! What took you so long? "It is hard to reach up to my back. But I've managed it already."

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

As the only surviving heir to his pack, he took over the slave trade from his father after his death, he has been it so smoothly. Everyone knows the silver pack to be the strongest pack in history with over 300 Pack warriors, who were all-trained by Alpha Jordan himself. He valued his packs a lot and he was not ready to let them down, not today and not tomorrow. The walk back to the back was as silent as ever as they both seems not to have anything to talk about rather down walked silently why listening to the sound made by the trees and the melodies produced by the birds "And when will you go in search of your mate, you are not getting any younger, "Alpha Jordan asked his best friend Austin

Beta Alfredo gave him a small nod and didn’t say anything further. The two parted, taking different routes. When Beta Alfredo was finally alone, the said messenger he hired approached him. The more Beta Alfredo listened to his report, the more his eyes turned colder and darker. After the messenger was done, Beta Alfredo had his hands clenched, barely controlling his anger as he muttered, “Why are you saying this now?” He turned to the messenger, eyes red as he demanded, “Answer me!” The messenger, a young 22-year-old man named Forest, lowered his head. Nervous and scared for his life, he explained, “It’s too late when I found out, Sir…She also left the Midnight Seven. Right now, Naya is–”

"you know what,you're right. There's no we or us. There's me and six church rats begging to be important." The first man by the left cocked his gun. "don't test me," Anthony warned. The man pulled down his gun. "why are we here?" The youngest asked. Anthony took a clear glance at him. Paschal's son had already taken over? Well,it was good to get some young competition. "A fool grew the nerves to attack my companies."He started. "I heard of that on the news," The leader spoke up. "good. I know Maldini couldn't have done it. He values his daughter." He looked at the first by the right. "you couldn't have done it. You lack potential." The man grunted in reply.

If he had the strength, he would have killed Serwyn right then and there. "I've already found an ally who knows Alexander very well. We won't fail," replied Serwyn confidently, his eyes filled with madness. He was clearly determined to see this through to the end. Just then, a man walked in, a striking black maple leaf on his clothes catching the eye. "Alexander isn't that terrifying. I've faced him several times and nearly defeated him on multiple occasions," said the man. This was the infamous Black Maple Master. He wore an eyepatch, and one of his arms was a mechanical limb, marking him as a typical war veteran. Even in such a state, he was determined to fight Alexander to seize those jad

He was going to have his head if he found out that he was arranging a marriage for him. Don Silver had just one task today and that was to convince Salvatore to accept this proposal. “Think about this carefully,Salvatore.This is a proposition of a lifetime.I get the feds off your trail,you get the drug routes.And an allegiance that makes our families one.You know the ripples this union will create in our world.A Silver and Moretti’s union will secure our legacies.” “But your grandson,Kian is unhinged.”,Salvatore countered. “You know what churns on about him in our world. He’s ruthless.”

The Splinter didn’t go quiet after the trials. That was the first sign something deeper had shifted. Charlotte had expected the Ava-branch logic to integrate, stabilize, and then settle into dormancy—another layer in the ever-growing architecture of the Lancaster legacy. Instead, the Splinter remained faintly active in the system, like a heartbeat too soft to hear but too steady to ignore. Sophie noticed it first. “It’s not broadcasting,” she said, fingers moving slowly across the glass console. “And it’s not infecting anything. It’s just… pinging.”

"If we hit the 'Sub-Void' levels, the Council won't see us coming. They’re looking for a war in the sky. They aren't looking for the ghosts in their pipes." "It’s more than a rescue mission now, isn't it?" Jago asked, his eyes searching mine. "If you find the real Elena... if you cut the power to the 001-Prototype... the Apostles fall?" "They’re Splinters," I said, the "Lagos-grit" logic taking over. "You cut the source, the fragments shatter. We don't have to fight twelve of them. We just have to kill the one." "And the child?" Mara asked softly, looking at my stomach.

Eze's POV I spent three days tracking the splinter faction's movement carefully, old dread building steadily as our combined intelligence gradually revealed exactly how organized and considerable this remaining, radicalized threat ultimately proved despite their evidently smaller, diminished numbers. "His name is Corvus," I reported, gathering our urgent circle within the archive room once more, exhaustion evident beneath my continued, focused attention. "The warrior who led the splinter faction away from Thessaly's renunciation. According to Vesper's careful research, he served as her original beloved's closest friend, witnessing his devastating execution directly alongside her."