3 Musketeers Athos Novels & Stories

Dark barked. “Copy, boss. Copy,” Fuentes replied. “Aye aye, captain,” Virgo said, half amused, half terrified. The three musketeers saw a Bulldog trying to escape. They jumped on a motorcycle and pursued. Alfonso took a shot at a rider on a fleeing bike, then sped off with his buddies in a scene that looked like slow-motion bravado. He popped a wheelie, spun the bike, and Virgo hit a pursuing car’s gas tank. There was a thunderous explosion.

Athesoms responded as he brought out his sword and stroked Deon on the neck, the man's head fell into the smoke-filled earth and soon his headless body followed. Vin's toes curled up in his boats and his eyes watered as he saw Athesoms stroke the other man they had ridden with all along. At a point there he thought Athesmos would kill him. "Enter!" The voice echoed and the Huge Black Gates pulled apart, Athesmos and Vin jumped down from their horses as they walked into the Gates on foot. Just as the Gates were about to shut, Vin caught sight of two dark figures pulling the horses away. "You can breathe now." Athesmos chuckled at the huge breath that left the other man's mouth.

I have to follow. We arrived at the building of Aurora’s apartment, and she was standing right in front of it, talking to a tall guy. The guy has soft, blonde hair. His figure is bulky with clear muscles under his police short sleeves. But when he turns around to us, his round chin instantly lights up a flare in the back of my head-- The Three Musketeers! Not the book. It was us! I used to play fencing with Adrian. We met another boy at the fencing class and we became friends first, and later “the three musketeers”. It was decades ago though. I was only around ten when I dropped fencing.

“Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Lowery. Mr. Morgan. Or as I described you to my brother, Athos, Porthos and Aramis.” Ink leaned back in his chair and studied at the three teens as he took a drink. “Athos, Porthos, Aramis.” He said pointing to Humphrey, Morgan and then Lowery. “Athos the protector. Porthos the clown. Aramis the scholar.” She confirmed. Ink made a motion to someone who walked over. The man wore a cut that declared him to be president and his name was Toad. “I think that we have their road names. Athos, Porthos and Aramis.”

“Pack your things. You come home with me today. I stared at her in disbelief. - What? “That you heard. Go pack your suitcase. “I am not going anywhere with you. - That's right. Rylee is here. - Athos 's deep voice boomed through the room, as he walked through the room, handsome and haughty, wearing jeans and a black polo shirt, still haggard from his days in jail, huge dark circles under his tired face. ** Feeling suddenly tense, my mother got to her feet and moved a little closer to Michel, as if he was able to protect her from Athos if he tried to rip her head off her body.

[Third POV] “Mom, Dad, you have to promise that you will come to River Bed Pack to see our three musketeers,” Agatha pouted like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum over candy. “Oh, sweetheart, we won't miss it for the world,” Lily hugged her tightly, and Herod patted her shoulder before planting a kiss on the crown of her head.

I open my eyes and turn to face him. "What did they do to you?" I whisper, feeling his sadness engulf me. Athos shakes his head. "Athos, please talk to me." He seems to hesitate, even stammers for a moment, but soon the sounds begin to timidly emerge from his throat. "Her name was Estela," he says so quietly it's almost impossible to hear. "I was twenty when I met her." He smiles without much will. "She was simply beautiful, and she... she fascinated me. Seemingly a polite girl, full of ideals, dreamy, but very shrewd. She knew how to engage me, knew how to get what she wanted from me, and I simply couldn't say no to her. Artemis noticed this and wanted to warn me. Of course, I was already s

“Welcome back.” “Thank you, Eloá,” Athos replied, his voice warm. “How are things here?” “Everything is in order, sir,” Eloá replied, her gaze now fixed on Carbius. “And who is your… companion?” Athos smiled and placed a hand on Carbius’s shoulder. “This is Carbius. He will be staying with us for some time.” Eloá raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. She had never seen Athos bring anyone to the castle, let alone someone wearing his own clothes.

The way Rhobart said ‘my n’alxa’ sounded like a warning, like he was letting the men know to stay away from her. Milton and the twins joined them and sat on logs around the campfire. Ayla sat next to Rhobart, and he draped his cloak over her. “I am Gunther,” one of the hunters said. “Martin,” said the other. The third man looked at Ayla for a few seconds before speaking. “I am Atlas.” He spoke with a heavy accent, and the way he pronounced the words made Ayla think he wasn’t from Uzhor.

he told me. "Liar!" I was surprised when three maids with color black uniforms appeared. Their uniforms has different design from the first one who arrived. The first maid looked at the three and tormented them hard. "Really destructive! Fine!" She faced me. "I'm Maid Tanna," she introduced herself to me. "We are the Three Musketeers!" the three said at the same time with their arms crossed. "I'm Maid Lilie!" "I'm Maid Nela!" "And I'm Maid Concha!"