Avatar Colonel Miles Quaritch Novels & Stories

The shadows covered his face—but when he stood up, she parted her lips open. “You’re late,” Archon Quarth Ortel spoke, his dark voice traveled through the wide room. He wore the same suit from the feast earlier—black doublet with a ruby gem on his chest, and the blue cape tailing him as he climbed down the steps. Larice sharpened her eyes as she gripped her sword tightly. This was bad. Where’s Estes … and the Sun Guardes? She never thought she’d only find this hypocrite waiting for them. It should’ve been the Emperor … and she’s supposed to challenge him. But he’s nowhere to be found … and dawn was approaching. No one could ever stand a chance against the Emperor once the sun’s already up.

They all screeched to a stop in front of Mitch, and one of the guards jumped out of the buggy, bowing deeply as he said, “Your Highness, these are the warriors from the red moon pack. Mitch watched as a short, stocky man got out from the back seat of an SUV. The man, almost as wide as Mitch but not even half as tall, extended a hand. “I am Delta Adam,“ he said, “leader of the special squads and a representative of Alpha Rick.“

The kind where all the darkness slid underneath the tables, unseen, there, but invisible. I walked in without hesitation, coat slung over one arm, my heels quiet against the marble. Two guards stood at the entrance. They didn’t stop me. They knew my face, even if they’d never said my name aloud. They didn’t even dare to. Xavier was waiting at his desk, sleeves rolled up, the tension in his shoulders barely contained. The Alpha mask he wore during public appearances was gone, this was the real one, the kind whose calm meant danger. And the one who I knew feared for the woman he found himself in love with despite himself… the weakness he had, and the one person who he would want to protect ove

Maybe even more. “Mick?” Miles asked again, and I shook my head, clearing the thoughts from it. “Yeah. Coming.” The voice started murmuring in my head again, but I tried my best to ignore it, no matter how much of a headache it gave me. Miles had a list of warriors he wanted to assign as guards for Chloe for the time being. All of the warriors were mated or women and were people I knew well. I would have been happy with the list, but it was ultimately Chloe’s choice whether she wanted guards or not. Not mine. I told Miles as much too.

he laughed, "I don't want to bury my dignity in the same hole that Ronan did." The disrespect irked my nerves. I couldn't believe that it was the same Miles whom Ronan had told me was the one person he could trust with his life. Miles was worse than a snake, and it hurt so bad that we had been fooled all these while believing him. "What about the army you promised?" Antoine asked Miles. "Be patient, my friend. Your love, Zira, still has some part to play in our plan. Until that is done with, my army will stay on standby," Miles said.

She looks very alluring and dazzling too. Please everyone take your seat and welcome to the sixth annual Alpha's Conference said Alpha Ben Miles and his Beta Monroe Jackson. Ben Miles is the Alpha here in Salt Lake City and his pack is one of the largest packs here with five hundred pack members and five hundred warriors. Now you know that he is trying to keep his pack safe with those many warriors. He is 6'8" tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He radiated an aura that no one wanted to mess with.

Just as I took a predatory step forward, a blur of grey fur lunged into the clearing before shifting mid-air, landing on two feet in his human form. "Miles?" I exclaimed, my tension easing into genuine shock. "Alpha Damon!" Miles breathed out, skidding to a halt. He looked disheveled, his eyes wide as they landed on the woman standing at my side. He immediately dipped his head in a respectful bow. "You know him?" Reina asked, her eyes darting between us in surprise. "Miles is a spy. He handles our most sensitive undercover operations," I explained. Miles didn't break cover for trivialities. "What are you doing here? Why did you follow me to the temple?"

The heavy iron door hissed open, revealing a room packed with glowing server racks, satellite diagnostic terminals, and a massive, circular routing console that mirrored the architecture they had seen in Munich. ​Sitting at the central console, his fingers flying across an illuminated green keyboard, was the ship’s chief technical architect a man named Viktor Vance, another cousin in the sprawling, hyper-specialized Vance syndicate. He looked up, his pale face instantly turning to stone as he saw Julian’s rifle tracking his chest.

The heavy silence in the decontamination airlock was shattered only by the relentless hum of the Acheron's atmospheric scrubbers. The Vanguard Commander stood perfectly still, a monolithic figure in vantablack armor, analyzing the raw desperation radiating from Dante and Elara. His polarized visor reflected their battered forms: Dante, bruised and defiant, wielding a crude titanium wrench like a broadsword; and Elara, shivering yet resolute, her thumb resting millimeters from the data drive’s biometric kill-switch. The four mercenaries flanking the Commander kept their suppressed submachine guns leveled, the crimson laser sights forming a constellation of lethal intent across Dante’s chest.

“Captain on deck!” The man that enters is an all too familiar sight for every soldier in the room, his shoulder plates had distinct red stripes unlike the dull steel ones we had, while his chest plate had the image of the Caesar’s Crystal Leaf crown smelted the left breast of his armor, and finally clutched under his arms was his helmet, the Centurion’s Red Crest was attached to it while two distinct red arrows were painted in the side. A 5th generation soldier and one of the toughest veterans in the Bright Tigers, it was Captain Centurion Brachuss Gilderscrowns. His presence immediately calls everyone to stand in respect. “At ease men, we don’t have much time so let’s get straight to the pl