Avatar Colonel Miles Quaritch Novels & Stories

The ushers immediately took three golden badges and pinned them on their chests upon hearing that these three men were marshals “All of you are marshals? Nice to meet you, I’m Quil Xenos. My father and uncle Sutherland are god-brothers. I followed my uncle here as I’ve been spending time with his son recently!” Quil immediately saluted them with respect when he heard that they were marshals. Magnus had mentioned Dennis previously. He fought well and would have become a King of War if only there were no limitations on the number of people who could possess that position. Surely, he would have been a one-star King of War.

The alien had to be at least 6'5". Black armour and military styled clothing covered the heavily muscled body while a helmet covered the head leaving just the face free of any coverings. Gold feline-like eyes glowed against grey-blue skin. White specks littered sharp cheekbones like freckles while markings sat above this particular soldier's left eyebrow and on his chin. S-sorry." Camille stuttered when she realised she was staring, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. The Adonis-like creature said nothing but gave a small nod before moving towards his partner, both holding their weapons downwards. Camille couldn't help but watch the two soldiers as they spoke for a few moments before beg

In the Tactical Command center of Olympus Tower, which had circular walls layered with dozens of holographic screens, Chloe Vanguard stood tall with a cup of warm macchiato in her hand. At his side, Alexander Sterling leaned back with his arms crossed with a face of fury that had not yet completely subsided. A main screen displayed a live feed recording of an infrared view of the dirty alley where Valerius was. Traces of bright blue radiated from the Ancestor's body, a stark contrast to the satellite's eyes.

It simply placed its four massive golden hands flat against the violet energy field. My data-deck screamed in my ear. < ARCHITECT. CRITICAL OVERLOAD IN SECTOR ALPHA. THE ENTITY IS... EATING THE PERIMETER. > "Eating it?" I gasped, looking down at my screen. The telemetry was horrifying. The Avatar wasn't breaking the shield; it was siphoning the raw Origin-Code directly from the Red-Queen’s projection, using the stolen sub-ether to power its own degrading cybernetics. The violet dome above the courtyard began to flicker, turning a sickly, dying grey.

When I exited the bathroom and bedroom, I found Victor in the same position I had left him in, "Why does you standing there like that remind me of some sort of bodyguard?" He scrubbed his bearded jaw thoughtfully, perfectly arched brows scrunching together. "That's because he was one, for years," the tattooed guy, Quade, said as he strode toward us. I wasn't sure why it surprised me. Victor looked the part—tall, broad and muscular, broody, and observant, "That must have been interesting." Victor's only answer was a shrug. "What does that even mean?" Confusion riddled my tone.

“I am Miles, the Delta of the Still Moon Pack.” That explained his aura. He was 6 feet tall with a lean build refined by countless years spent as a warrior and an enforcer. He had short, shiny black hair, a chiseled face, and tanned skin. “Thanks for lending a hand. You arrived just as we were losing out,” Miles said, though his expression was anything but thankful. He watched me guardedly, but I couldn’t understand why he was so wary. “I’m happy to help. A threat to one is a threat to all,” I said as my eyes strayed back to my mate.

But modesty is still valued in the human world, so we know to cover up. “Alpha Scarlett.” I hear a familiar voice call out. I turn to see Alpha Connor running towards us. “Alpha Connor. Good to see you. Just wish it could be under better circumstances.” I say to him. Alpha Connor is closer to my parent’s age than to mine but wasn’t mated until he was a bit older, so his pups aren’t yet old enough to take over his pack. He may not be a spring chicken anymore, but he’s still one hell of an Alpha. And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair.

“Commander Miles has earned another position under his name!” “No way,” I screamed, shooting up to my feet and bouncing up and down in excitement. “Miles! Congratulations.” “No, Cara, he’s Alpha Miles now. Take note,” Jay corrected immediately while I wrapped Miles in a bear hug, kissing his cheek. “I’m so proud of you.” He was grinning hard. “And I’m proud of you too.” “What? Why?” I frowned, whirling around to face Xora, only to see her holding out a badge for me. It carried the mark of the Scarlet Order on it.

"Force Chika Whitmore to interface with this terminal immediately." "The vanguard leader is currently offline, probably clearing his system in the washroom," the drunken lieutenant replied, her words heavily slurred as she leaned against the wall. Confused by the military encryption, she queried, "Identify your unit signature, caller." Glancing down at the screen, which simply read 'Lucien', she waited for verification. "I am his legal contract mate and the Alpha Vanguard of his house," Lucien replied with lethal coldness. "And I have just entered your sector to reclaim my property."

I couldn’t leave her. And I sure as hell wouldn’t leave her to deal with this with that smile on her face. Miles growled angrily. “That’s a bloody lie and you know it.” She stared at him, before rolling the other miles off her back. “Well, no use of saving him anymore.” The other miles rolled off the floor, groaning weakly and I wondered who that is. She gestured to the Miles on the floor. “Who is he, anyway?” Miles shrugged. “A clone? Egnar did most of it.”