Aot Colt Novels & Stories

Colt then decided to contact the man who had previously called him. "Tio, come fetch me; I'm in Paris; I'll go to this auction," Colt remarked to Tio, who was on the other line at the time. Tio said, "Roger that." The call then came to an end. Colt, on the other hand, immediately proceeded to his home. He was also thinking about the grand auction, and he couldn't help but be perplexed by it. Something is off about it. Despite the fact that he was supposed to return to his domain and that he still needed to locate his mate, Colt chose to attend the upcoming auction. That's what his gut tells him.

As rash and impetuous as I was, this I could wait for, because it’d be worth it. He would come to love me, too; I was certain of that. If it took me the rest of my life, I’d get him to love me enough to admit it. I knew there were feelings in him—strong feelings for me—but just not enough to be all-consuming yet, I guess. But someday... “How is your Colt a model 1903, anyway?” he asked suddenly, scowling in confusion. “If there were 1,902 made before it, why have I never heard of one of them before?”

The space was large enough to fit a family of three comfortably with rooms furnished to their taste. “Woohoo!” A man screamed excitedly and I chuckled as the room got even more rowdy and noisy as the men scattered around the place, to various sections. “It's beautiful, right?.” A young soldier who I guessed to be about twenty-one or two speaks up with a grin etched on his bare face as he stood next to me. I was lost for a second until I followed his gaze. My eyes lit up at a Colt model 1847 walker, an M1903 Springfield, and a Krummlauf (STG-4) amongst a set of other exotic guns.

Beta Eric pov. I hate that Colt forced me to come here. Even the team knows why he didn’t come. That it in fact didn’t have to do with business. He doesn’t want the she-wolves in this pack to throw themselves at him. I can’t say I don’t blame him. Ever since his mate died years ago. She-wolves have been after him and the power that comes with being his mate. They have even tried potions to make him think they are his second chance mate. Luckily his smart. He always has a white witch to check the bond’s legitimacy. Otherwise we would have ended up with a power hungry queen.

Colt asked in a dramatic voice, looking heartbroken. "I don't like the way you breathe. It's... too loud." Darren said and walked away. Colt looked hurt for a while, but he soon collected himself and took another sip of the porridge... ... and he got burnt again. I took the bowl from his hands and said, "Why don't we wait for a while before drinking it?" "OK." He replied while wiping his lips. Staring at the salamanders in the stream, Colt said, "I'm sorry for overreacting to your lizard friends. I have a phobia of reptiles. It's a primal fear. I can't control it."

Colt goes crazy in my mind, jumping around like he’s a wild caged beast. He wants this female.

It was strange, if you asked me. Colt turned and wiped the sweat off his forehead, “Alright everyone. Take five! Get some water and get ready for the next session. We will begin tracking tactics shortly!” Out of the corner of his eye, Colt must have heard the crack and rustle of something. It’s the only reason to explain why he looked up to the tree-line in the distance that separated Tyr from the Forest of the Okapi at that moment and that’s when he saw me! Our eyes met. A subtle smirk formed on the corner of his mouth. It was enough to send tingled shivers down my spine and I panicked.

He starts, patting Seth violently on the back, Seth meets him with a cheerful demeanor as well, "What kind is it? It looks old but polished!" Seth's eyebrows raise as he takes his revolver from its holster, "Colt 1851 Navy Revolver." Seth looks over to another revolver tied to his arm sitting under his coat. He takes it out as well, "And this one is a Colt Pocket Revolver." Seth examines the barrel as if reminiscing. "You like?" "Yeah, it's very interesting, especially how old they are, how are they in such wonderful condition!"

“How big was he?” “The same as at the packhouse. He didn’t shift in the time we took him to mine and Daphnes.” Colt comes running over with Daphne close behind. “Why the hell didn’t you answer me?” He yells at Aiden. “I needed everything to be quiet. I had to save snuffles.” Aiden proudly holds the rabbit out to Colt. “I cut you off, no biggie!” “You can eat him later, right now I need you to listen to me.” Colt snaps