Avatar Colonel Miles Quaritch Novels & Stories

Even his name is hot. “We should go.” Micah stops in front of me and gives Colin a suspicious scowl. Colin tilts his head and extends his hand in welcome. “I’m Detective Colin Vane. Thank you for your help, Mr. St. Clair. I was just asking Sophia here if you were ever in the military because what you did was amazing.” Micah looks at his extended hand and begrudgingly engulfs it with his. “Call me, Micah. As to your question, yes, I was a Marine.”

Meadow purred as she reached out to Bane to praise him for their understanding. “Focus, you two!” Tia whispered, causing Miles to chuckle lightly. He, too, was watching the wolf's antics within. They were already bonded stronger than he ever thought imaginable. “I love you, my gorgeous Ice Queen,” Miles whispered in her ear with a smirk before he approached the front desk to announce them and their demands to speak with the Head Councilman Laurence Aven immediately.

"Or you will be, I guess." "Hey, Quinn. This is Vivian. Vivian, this is my Beta's mate, Quinn. She's one of our strongest female warriors." I smiled hesitantly back at the radiant woman. "It's nice to meet you." "It's so great to finally meet you too. I met Marvel earlier. Cute kid," she chuckles. "He looks just like his dad." Valentine smiled widely. I can't seem to find the ability to do anything other than sputter and blush furiously.

I call, stepping forward as my invisible guards tighten their grip—drones buzzing faintly, comms already jammed. Miles straightens, his voice steady despite his frame. “Lord Al-Mansour, I bring Colonel Rex Dalton’s offer. I’ve brokered deals from Baghdad to Beijing—your little empty-box trick won’t faze me.” “I’m Miles Carver,” he says, offering a sly grin as he adjusts his glasses and gives me his hand to shake. “I broker deals between the U.S. government and men like you.” I grip his hand firmly and pat his back hard enough to knock the breath out of him. “Welcome, Miles.” I lead him through the entrance into the salon and gesture toward the thick leather sofa. “I have a little surprise fo

“Still feeling guilty for killing her in her last life?” “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Miles mutters loudly. “Are we doing this? We’re spilling ancient dirty secrets now?” He drops into a chair like he’s settling in for entertainment. “You’re not going to stop them?” I ask him. “What? I was locked in a dungeon for days. Let them fight. I deserve this show.” Miles sighs. “Morien?” I try. He looks at me with betrayal in his eyes. “I love and respect you, my queen. But no.”

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.

The interrogation room in the depths of the Spire felt like a tomb. The air was recycled and cold, smelling of ozone and the sterile chemicals used to scrub the blood of previous occupants. Marcus and Mia stood huddled together, their ragged clothes a stark contrast to the gleaming, obsidian armor of Vane, Kaelen’s right-hand man. "Speak," Vane commanded, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rattled Marcus’s teeth. Kaelen stepped out of the shadows. He didn't look like a savior now. Up close, the "Alpha" of the Citadel had eyes like polished glass—beautiful, but devoid of any warmth. He circled the two scavengers like a shark circling wounded prey.

The scene seemed frozen in time. Emperor Qadeer and all the divine beings appeared to be waiting for Quentyn’s response. “I understand your concerns, Mr. Quentyn. However, since we’ve chosen to trust Emperor Qadeer, we must support him unconditionally.” Quintus broke the silence. “We fought that devil countless times in the Bnorlith Formation. We severely injured him though we didn’t kill him. “I clearly remember you striking the devil, causing a glowing token to fall from him. If I’m not mistaken, that token should be the Marauder Token that controls the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors, right?”

With that in mind, he had paid no small sum to hire the three old men from Glenpawa Mountain—who each had extraordinary martial arts skills—to hopefully help his son recover… Either way, after sitting by Quaan’s side for a while to check his condition, one of the elderly men eventually said, “…Hmm… Young Master Wroe’s condition is really serious!” “How serious are we talking about here, Me. Quarles?” asked Quid in a worried tone. As Quid had stated, the old person went by Lidorn Quarles, and he had already entered the Third rank in the Avatar Realm.

My Vanguard soldiers instantly slammed their heavy spears against their iron shields in a deafening, synchronized salute to their warlord. I turned back toward the dark interior of the vehicle, smoothing down my black armor. I extended my open, armored hand toward Valeria. I fully intended to play the role of the dominant, protective Vanguard Alpha—to physically show the entire continent that the Blood Moon Heir was securely under my thumb and my military protection. But Valeria didn't even look at my hand. She completely ignored my outstretched palm, stepping right past me with a fluid, terrifying grace that entirely cut me out of the frame.