Spartan 117 Master Chief Novels & Stories

He nodded at me with a forced half smile. “This is my father, Spartan. He is the pack Beta” he pointed to the man beside him. “Hello sir” I squeaked. “Nice to meet you” he nodded in response. I looked over the giant man in front of me. I swallowed down the ball of nerves that had lodged itself in my throat. If a man as huge and intimidating as Spartan is only the second in command of the pack, I dread to think what Gunner’s father will be like.

The Chief of Staff in Somerland—Mason Stefani. The Deputy Chief of Staff in Somerland—Abraham Jones, nicknamed God of War, administrated over the local forces and the Special Task Force. The Deputy Chief of Staff in Somerland—Dirk Schuman, nicknamed God of Military, governed the military department and Falcon. These three were all guardians in the God Rank. At the time, they were the highest combat power on the surface of Somerland. The remaining seven members were all masters that were halfway to the God Rank and were all managing their own affairs.

If you dare imprison our boss, then war is inevitable! Marco was bewildered. Master? What master? Did these world-class champions have a master? Was this some joke? But the serious expressions of Ian and the others left no doubt. These champions would never fabricate a story, let alone one about having a superior. It had to be true. Marco was even more shocked than when he first saw these champions. Who could possibly be their master? "I don't understand what you're saying. I don't know who your master is," he said.

he ordered Roy firmly. "Yes, Young Master." Roy bowed his head and walked out of Deffin's workspace. Although it was already thought of, it still surprised Roy that the young master wanted to quickly Azkia so own. He walked while starting to get busy with his cell phone, instructing his men to carry out the tactics according to the plan that had been thought of. Meanwhile, Deffin in his workspace smiled broadly. "I'll get you, and I won't let you get one step away from me," he muttered.

As Marika narrated, a young man, dyed green-haired, partner on one of Ravyn's field missions, in a warm suit, stood tall and confidently kept his chin up in front of the camera. "Next up is a tough warrior with a record for the longest non-stop participation in Airburst field missions of 89 hours. You are not going to believe this, but being an Airburst Trainee is just a hobby during her free time! Member of the Special Forces from the continent of meadows, No. 7, alias: Sekai" A gorgeous black woman with deadlocks in a gym outfit turns to the camera, stretching her arms. "No. 6, the perfect strategist who has not been hurt even once in all of his past missions. The Genius Prince from the La

I heard the Captain chuckled sexily when he saw my eyebrows ceased. "You can call him anything you want tho," he assured me. "Now, that's Marcillo, the carpenter. The is the one responsibe for fixing anything that is broken in the ship." he told me. "Alex the Gunner, his sub is Xander. Ferdin the navigator, his sub is Ellan. Rieki and Raeki the Doctors, they are twins. And Gae together with Galvin, the cook." he told me. Now, he faced me. He looked at me like he's sipping my soul out.

Dragun Squad of the Celestial Empire was said to be backed by two mighty warriors. One of them, Maxime Belisarius, was dubbed the Faceless. He was renowned for his unrivalled strategic abilities. Another man was known for his extraordinary blade skills, which were capable of defending the country. His name was Spartacus, also known as the World-Breaker. It seemed like both mighty warriors actually lived here. Maxime heard Spartacus’ voice coming from the other side. He stood up from the harp before him and walked to the edge of the Red Tower. Then, he looked into the distance on the horizon.

"My spirit is a blood friend of your alpha leader! How can your small mind refuse to execute my direct instructions?" The manager extends his trembling hand, pointing his finger toward the giant man to expose his true identity to her ears. "My council does not know if your line shares a meal with Master Harvey, but this warrior is the supreme primary assistant to Warlord David Duskbane. His name is Master Rayson Seet."