Avatar Colonel Quaritch Novels & Stories

When Quiver said those lines, his men showed up with their guns, and it was all pointed at Darwin, so Darwin suddenly laughed loud as he saw the men of Quiver. “Are you fucking serious with this?” Darwin asked Quiver and clapped his hand. “He is truly a psycho,” Nate said in his mind while watching Darwin. “Okay, okay,” Darwin said and stopped laughing. He suddenly became serious when he looked at Quiver. “You do really wanna know the truth, huh,” Darwin said, smirking. “ The truth is, the Alpha of the Wuna clan was the one who’s behind the war,” Darwin noted, which Quiver stopped.

I shifted in the vehicle away from Guardian Torus. My voice was low as a whisper. "What? What do you mean Head Guard Aquant is here? Are you sure it's him?" Head Guard Aquant hated humans. He thought they were fragile beings who were too weak and heartless. Not to mention the views he had about Marvelon. There was no way he would come to land. Not now anyway, not when the Kingdom was in danger. He was never one to ignore his duties.

He's bleeding on all sides and limping already. Not willing to accept defeat, I charge straight at the rogues in front of me, clawing and biting anyone within range. Right when it looked as if it was over, a thunderous howl sounded behind me. The rogues paused their assault and I was chanced to see what was going on. Hundreds of werewolves in kevlar suits were matching towards us and in front of them were Silvia, Brad, David and Samuel. The most majestic of them all was Silvia. Even while being old, standing at the center of the army, she looked like a goddess of war with her grey hair loosed and flying about her.

The sight twisted something deep inside me. Father’s commander’s armor gleamed with silver insignia, a declaration of loyalty I wasn’t sure I could uphold. Mother laughed softly beside him, speaking with a Pack Elder, unaware of the storm gathering. A knot tightened in my chest. Would those smiles last the night? At the center of the platform stood Artavius. Clad in black ceremonial armor trimmed with silver, he looked every bit the future Alpha—but something was off. Too rigid. Too controlled. Our eyes met and the world narrowed.

The Avenger was a fast ship, which is why it was perfect for his needs which was to assist Prince Regent with ridding all of Napoleon spies. One of Gabe’s best friends, Captain Hawk—also known as Marcus Thorne—had once commanded The Avenger. Now the ship was Gabe’s…as long as he could get away from the French vessel heading right for them. For a few years, The Avenger had taken command over some of Napoleon’s ships. Was it any wonder the emperor’s armies wanted revenge? “Captain, we are picking up speed.”

“You already met Serge. He is also one of my generals.” I look at Serge, who gives me a nod. The man seems to be so quiet all the time. “And these are the rest of my generals—Rodrick, and then Archie, who is also my Beta.” The two men bow their heads. Rodrick is much older, with white hair and a scar across his face. I have to admit that even though they have smiles on their faces, they don't look happy at all. “Now tell me, how is it that you came to be in the enemy’s pack and how did you survive all these years?” Warrick asks, now sitting back in his chair.

And judging from the way he looked me over like I was a piece of ass and not his Alpha’s mate my assumption of him was not wrong. “Sorry for the delay everyone. Tuck and Mira this is my mate and your Luna, Kara Ravenfield, Alpha of the Ravenfield pack. Kara, this is Tuck, a pack warrior and Mira a nurse in the pack hospital. Since we’re here to perform a mate rejection ceremony I would like to know the reasons behind such a decision. Rejections aren’t a light matter among us, especially if a mate mark has already happened. Could you explain to us why you both want this?”

Their uniforms were darker than the Ravens’, with deep forest green and silver stripes running along the sides. My eyes immediately found Damien Lockspring. The Alpha heir and quarterback of the team. He jogged confidently across the field with the rest of his team, his brown hair slightly messy as he pushed it back with one hand. Maya leaned closer to me. “Damien is cute,” she whispered. I nodded without thinking, watching him adjust his helmet strap. Right then one of the Northern Falcons cheerleaders ran up and kissed his cheek. Maya groaned dramatically. “And he’s taken too. Of course.”

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.