Colonel Quaritch Novels & Stories

“That unfilial son, is he really here?” The old lady took a deep breath. Her face which was full of wrinkles gave a meaningful look. “Grandma York, he’s here. Moreover, the number one God of War, Ethan Hunt is also with him at his side. He even addresses him as the Chief Instructor!” Queenie said nonchalantly as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. “Heh, he was just lucky that he didn’t die when he was enlisted to the Eurasian battlefield. Did he really think that he’s somebody just because he’s being addressed as the Chief Instructor?

It was only when Malcolm spoke that Quentin really looked at him. Recognition dawned, and Quentin's face went white as a sheet. His body shook as he blurted out, "You... you're Malcolm?" "Indeed, it's me!" Malcolm's reply was as frosty as the rain, his presence as imposing as a winter storm. Quentin's confidence shattered. He could never have guessed that the unassuming umbrella holder was none other than General Lynch, the esteemed mayor of Drunham City and a high-ranking officer in the city's garrison.

The rest of their family stood behind them and were clearly separated into three factions behind those three. Tim and his comrades stood further outside, forming a circle around all three factions. Still, everyone seemed to be avoiding looking at the center, where the sliding doors of a military helicopter slowly opened. Despite standing furthest away, Frank understood from a single glance that Governor Quill, his maternal grandfather, had returned to Quill Manor. He sighed quietly as he glanced at Saul, who was bleeding out of his lips—the man's luck had certainly run out today! Then, even as everyone was about to bow and greet Governor Quill, a terrible roar thundered from the helicopter.

"Come on, just help me bring snacks to the workers downstairs. Ser Quaro sent way too many muffins for everyone, and I can’t carry them all." "Snacks?" she repeated as she followed her, grateful that the topic had changed—at least for now. "Yes. Snacks. The men are heading out to sea soon, and Ser Quaro sent packed muffins for Ser Phil’s crew. One of Ser Phil’s brothers, Cerlance, stopped by this morning to drop them off. Have I told you about him? No? Well, he’s another Zodiac brother, and he works as the guy who delivers politicians’ mistresses to the provinces."

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

Although Darryl had a vendetta against Donoghue for many years, Quincy was not aware as she had been living in North Moana Continent. “I…” At that moment, Darryl wanted to tell her that he was the new Emperor, but he changed his mind and smiled. There’s no rush to meet the Emperor. We haven’t seen each other for a long time now,” he joked. As he said that, Darryl showed her a look of disgust and irritation. ‘It looks like Quincy really doesn’t know what’s going on. If that’s the case, I shall trick her for a little longer.” Quincy blushed and said coldly, “Get lost! Who says I want to catch up with you; do we know each other well? There’s nothing for me to say to you.”

Quirin says. “And I SAW them, Quirin! They were on infrared. Hijack recognized them before I did. I didn’t recognize them until they were done and I saw them getting their clothes. Henry has a fairly distinctive walk.” “And Hellfire’s hair stands out,” Raptor says. Quirin throws his head back and laughs. He presses his hands to his stomach and I swear he has tears coming out of his eyes. I look at my father and brothers. We all know that Quirin never, ever laughed like this until he mated with my sister.

The waiter asked, having responded to the signaled call. "Give me a bottle of red wine, cold whiskey and champagne. Make certain that the champagne isn't cold. How do you prefer your wine, miss Nelly?" "Chilled." She replied eagerly. "Well you heard the young lady, so go get our orders." "Yes sir" the waiter replied and walked away. "Don't give me that look. You told me yourself that cold whiskey was your favorite alcoholic drink. In your exact words 'cold whiskey knows how to whisk me away from a cold situation.' Remember?

Stok laughed, "Of course not! Why would I want you dead? Listen, Scorpion, I want something else, and I'm guessing your boyfriend doesn't have much time left." "What do you want?" Queen asked. "I want the flash drive," Stok replied. "You should know where the Sparrows' den is located. Bring the flash drive to me in less than one hour, and I promise I'll give you the antidote to help your boyfriend recover. If you don't bring it, trust me, he's going to die." After speaking, he ended the call. Queen got up and began to think. She wasn't with the flash drive, and even if she wanted to get it from her Dad, there was no way she could meet up.