Colonel Quaritch Novels & Stories

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

He said determindly. Marcellus' lips curled up in a sinister grin, his brows rising impossibly higher at the male's word. He hummed. Never in a century could the vampire in front of him imagine what was about to befall him. He'd ignited a wild fire that would happily lick through his flesh and burn his soul. "I do not think that'll be necessary. But please do tell your queen that lord Marcellus was here,"

They decided to attack Somerland alongside Falconia because wanted to understand Somerland's exact strength. That person was Quentin—the fourth member of Somerland Parliament. He was second only to the three God Rank guardians. He was only half-step to God Rank. However, Quentin was a sniper. He had spent a lifetime with guns. He was already a good marksman. After getting halfway to God Rank, his marksmanship had been further improved. He had even been able to threaten God Rank guardians with his stealth. However, there was a price to pay for Quentin's prowess as a half-step to God Rank that could even threaten God Rank guardians.

The sun was shining brightly, but there was a refreshing breeze blowing towards the pavilion. An old man sat inside the pavilion. He was sitting upright, and despite his old age, he still gave off a sense of dominance and greatness. Given his aura, this man was fit to be a prince in ancient times at the very least. This man was Alastair Quelch, the head of the Quelch family and King Quelch of Southern Lambert City. Wine and food had been prepared, with various delicacies occupying the entire table in front of Alastair. When he saw Heather and Carson bring Tyr and his friends over, a hint of awe flashed in his eyes.

If anything, he looks pleased that word of who he is and what he did has spread. “I know everyone has heard by now that Alpha Quirin defeated Alpha Christer in a battle yesterday and has taken over that pack. I’m sure you all also heard that Alpha Quirin was particularly vicious in his defeat of Alpha Christer because he made the mistake of threatening his mate. I met Alpha Quirin previously, and while yes, he is powerful and can be vicious, he is also kind and generous,” I say, seeing Quirin turn to look at me with a raised eyebrow.

His presence comforts me, knowing that I have someone beside me to keep me calm and from ripping these hot-headed Alphas to shreds helps keep my emotions in check. “Maybe Isabella is a defect if her mate rejected her!” Someone shouts, and I turn to see Alpha Norman Croix of the Swift Fur pack in Quebec rise angrily from his seat. “Should we even be ruled by a Queen who was rejected?!” He continues, glaring at me with a glare of accusation, angering me further. A savage growl escapes my lips, my royal blood boiling and releasing the power to subdue these wolves. Many flinch away in fear, showing their neck in submission

He pulled back his fur hood, revealing a face scarred by frostbite. "Queen Natalia," the warrior rasped, bowing his head just enough to acknowledge her title without showing submission. "I am Captain Torin of the Frost-Tooth pack. Elder Craig sent us to intercept you." Dmitry stepped in front of Natalia, his scent flaring with a hostile, warning dominance. "If Craig thinks he can arrest the Queen in the wastes, he’s going to lose his best scouts."

She despised herself more than everybody else in this world … in this feast. Suddenly the noise lowered down into silence when Archon Quarth entered the Harman’s Hall through the huge doors. Four hunters followed him as they walked over the red carpet towards the end. Larice scowled. Quarth was on his black doublet with a ruby gem on his chest, a leather belt locking his dark trousers, and his sheathed broadsword on the left. His blue archon cape flung behind from his shoulders. All guests watched in admiration as he passed by them gallantly. Such blind fools, Larice thought. They hadn’t seen yet his foul nature lurking behind that smile of his—a man full of pride and madness … and worst of

It was the terrain here that had made him take Phoebe and flee to the sea by accident and stumble upon Dragon Island, discovering the existence of Leviathan Gate… All in all, there was still something good that had happened. Very soon, Joel arrived. Bang! Once Joel reached him, he knelt immediately in front of Alex. “Young Master Alex, I didn’t know your identity before this and have deeply offended you. I beg you for mercy, Young Master Alex, please forgive my recklessness! From now on, I, Joel Quarters, am willing to work hard for your sake!” The dignified, aloof second son of the Quarters family was kneeling and apologizing to Alex.

Someone was holding a sack with a person wailing inside. “Pleased to see you, Sir York! After going through everything overnight, we managed to find the best witness who framed Mr. Quill! “Do with him however you wish!” The four ignored the Forbidden Army and Devon, who instantly froze when they stopped respectfully in front of Harvey.