Colonel Quaritch Novels & Stories

"My body belongs to the nation, and my heart belongs to you." I pressed the send button. The moment the intelligence was transmitted, the pursuing troops arrived right before my eyes. I tightened my grip on my last grenade, the pull ring hooked around my fingertip. Just then, the roar of fighter jets echoed from the sky. It was ours. Then came a tighter volley of gunfire from behind the enemy lines. It dawned on me that our backup forces had arrived. By the time my comrades burst in and hauled me up, my consciousness was already hazy. All I remembered was someone shouting in my ear, "Hang in there, Vivian! Colonel Black has ordered us to bring you home!"

I’m still not sure what it means that he hasn’t introduced me to his Beta when the warriors walk up and one, in particular, looks me over like he thinks he’ll get his chance with me after Quirin is done with me. “Who’s the peach?” he asks. Faster than a viper’s strike, Quirin has the man by his throat and off his feet. The man’s eyes go wide as Quirin growls a low, angry growl that is somehow more menacing than a snarl because of its controlled fury. It promises a slow, painful death from someone capable of such violence, and someone who revels in it.

“It’s not improper at all, sir. There’s much I don’t know. I’ve had…my eyes opened to a lot of things lately.” His eyes remained fixed on her. It felt like they were looking down into her soul. “Oh, yes,” he said, and a note of affected loftiness crept into his tone. “The colonel and I have had a great deal many disagreements in the past. But I’m an old man…it’s difficult to keep up. And after he appointed me governor of this place, I could hardly refuse, now could I?” “I suspect not.” “Especially since he had the previous one executed.”

I feel chills crawling down my spines. Leading the crowd is the eldest counsel for the Alpha King, the renowned Alpha of the former pack of spies in Mullgriff, Alpha Feliminiano of Palan Marcelino Pack. He’s being ushered by Luna Shelley herself and his mate Luna Jertrude. Alpha King Henrik and his Beta as well as Maziar are nowhere to be seen.

The Moon Fang pack were the finest warriors of the world because of their following of the old ways. The Alphas stood, forgetting about their morning meal as Jonah appeared from the depths of the forest. Alpha Norman stood amongst the Alphas, shoulders pushed back and eyes calculating the new scenario they were now in. His skin felt as if it was on fire under the surface, the acrid smell of decaying flesh constantly wafted to his nose from his neck. The pain he felt within his soul was held at bay by a thin piece of thread, he couldn’t show any ounce of weakness to the pack of Alpha’s around him. War spread greed and any of them would take a chance to end his reign.

And all I can do for him is extend his right hand and become a pillar of strength for him to lean on. "Alpha Jacob Bloodmond," Cheryl says, placing the small twig that is called a toothpick back in the martini glass, "It's near. So close you wouldn't even see it coming. So you better hurry up and win this war so I can be with my lover in peace again. This world needs a change, which you shall bring forth. Am I right, darling?" Cheryl turns to her lover who looks at us with an unreadable gaze. Charles has made his statement and gave us some clues about the human army whereabouts. I wish I had more time to find out who they were, but the humans were moving fast.

He lacked the strength, the intensity. “What’s your name?” “Quinn.” “Quinn…” I waved for a guard. “Take him away.” As the remaining rogues were executed, I felt a sense of satisfaction, not from the bloodshed, but from the opportunity Quinn presented. A man who looked exactly like Charles McLean had fallen right into my hands. Selena, Charles, enjoy your happy days while they last.

Quiver pulled the trigger of his gun beside Darwin, which made Darwin laugh even more. His madness was slowly eating him as Darwin said those lines. He was thinking now that Margarett wasn’t supposed to die when Darwin never instructed her to start a war with Nate Clan. Quiver was supposed to protect her during that time, but he didn’t do anything because of that fucking meeting he attended. “Fuck you, Darwin! Fuck you!” Quiver shouted in Anger. Darwin was laughing at him while Nate was trying to calm Quiver down.

The man in the crimson coat stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his cavalry sword. "Halt!" he shouted, his voice echoing sharply against the stone. "By order of the Provisional Consulate, this vessel is quarantined. Surrender your ship, or be fired upon." Valerius stepped past Torin. The old mapmaker pulled back the heavy hood of his travel cloak. His white hair caught the dull, smog-filtered light. The man in the crimson coat froze. The absolute, unyielding authority in his eyes shattered into a sudden, chaotic shock.

The Southern Ocean looked like it was ready for a fight. Fifty war-skiffs were lined up their hulls shining with quartz and they were waiting like predators. The Queen’s flagship, *The Eclipse* was right in the middle looking like a mountain of bone and obsidian. Queen Valerius was standing at the front of the ship. Her skin was a pale purple and the scepter in her hand was pulsing with a dark light that seemed to match the beat of the Void-Eater we had just seen in the depths.