Avatar Colonel Quaritch Novels & Stories

Remiel and Lucern both look to each other before slowly rising from their places on Ice’s chest. When Ice rises from his spot on the ground soon after, his eyes are back to the normal gray color and the foam has been removed from his mouth. A look of embarrassment crosses over his face for a moment before he turns to look me in my eye. “I apologize for my actions, young Wolf Queen.” He says, giving me a half bow. His eyes move over towards where the Raven is still seated on the ground where he was laying. The raven flutters it’s gorgeous wings and flys up to rest on Ice’s shoulder like a parrot with a pirate. Ice nods his head to the bird before the bird took off into the sky, disappearing s

As I kept on reminiscing on past events, I saw Lucas walking hurriedly towards him, I composed myself as of someone who wasn't thinking about anything. Immediately he was before me, he bowed and asked with curiosity "Is there anything wrong that you're outside Alpha?" NOW ON THE ROGUE ALPHA'S QUEEN KEN I nodded my head negatively and responded "Is there anything wrong with just enjoying the fresh breeze, and the awesome calmness, tell me, is anything wrong with that?" I told him which made him feel guilty and he quickly bowed before me for the second time again. "I only thought there was something wrong that you're outside Alpha, because I have never seen you outside here before doing nothin

One of the warriors ordered, giving me a small shove in the middle of my back and making me stumble over the ridiculous spiked heels I was wearing. I righted myself and stepped into the room. The sound of a chair scraping over the tile floor had me gritting my teeth as the man I could only assume was Alpha Quade rose from his seat. I sucked in a sharp breath, taken aback by his appearance. Finding a young, reasonably attractive man with dark hair and a well-kempt beard where I expected to find an old, gnarled monster was disconcerting. Not that it made him any less of a devil. But it was immediately obvious he wasn’t a weak old man who needed to hide behind his warriors for protection. This

"Position the Sovereign Eclipse directly between the siege fleet and the Forge's primary entrance bay. Raise imperial void-shields to maximum." "Alpha King," Marcus noted, "the Iron Archon is opening direct communications. He is demanding immediate surrender of the station." "Put him through," Dominic growled low, a dark, wicked snarl curling his granite jawline. The main holographic screen flared to life, revealing a towering nine-foot cybernetic entity encased in dark brass and crimson armor—the Iron Archon. His eyes burned sickly green with plasma, his mechanical jaw clicking with metallic static.

"Then who are you? Why have you brought twenty warships into my mate's harbor?" The warrior stood tall, pressing his right armored fist firmly against his left breastplate over his heart. "My name is Grand Admiral Julian Vance," he announced, his voice echoing clearly across the misty docks. "I was the Commander-in-Chief of the High King’s Royal Navy. Twelve years ago, when the exterminators breached the capital gates, your father ordered me to evacuate five thousand Moonborn loyalists, scholars, and young warriors across the Eastern Sea to protect our culture from total extinction."

It wasn't Sif’s brother or a Council official. It was a man in a high-collared black military uniform. His face was scarred, his eyes a cold, calculated grey. Behind him hung a flag they didn't recognize: a silver shield with a broken wolf’s tooth. "My name is Colonel Hauer," the man said, his voice echoing through the ship’s speakers. "I am the commander of the Humanity First Vanguard. For fifty years, the Council kept the truth of your 'evolution' from us. They treated us like cattle to be replaced by your 'New Breed.'"

They weren't a border patrol; they wore the silk-lined crimson surcoats of the Grand Vizier’s personal intelligence wing, and their short-bows were already strung, their fingers notched with long, black-shafted arrows. The lead rider didn't try to close the distance. He recognized the towering black chimney of his own empire's road engine, but as his eyes tracked the massive, gold-marked Lycan Queen standing on the catwalk, his face twisted in a look of absolute, primal horror. He reached for the polished brass horn hanging at his lapel, his lips opening to blow a warning note toward the harbor fortifications below. "Torin!" Natalia screamed.

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.

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

This wasn’t something that could be helped by words. After another few minutes Quai simply held out his hand to me. I looked at it for a second and then place mine in it. He squeezed it gently. Ryn put his hand out for my other one, and I happily placed mine in his as well. “If this becomes a war, I’m going to ask for the crown immediately.” Quai whispers. “I support that.” Ryn says. Both of them are looking at the ground.