Colonel Tavington Novels & Stories

General Malcolm was treating me well because of my father. I know Tara had been here before I came. Thus, I went to check on her but she wasn't around and I was told it's her day off and went shopping. The tactical planning was adjourned until 7 am the following day. I looked at my watch and it's already 8:30 in the evening. It's still early, so I decided to see Tara and went to her quarter. I knocked on the door but no one was answering. "Colonel Kavanaugh, Dr. Kanovski had not arrived yet," Sergeant Walcott said as he passed by Tara's quarter.

(Sergeant Pollust) The soldiers behind the line, who is earnestly watching the Colonel fighting against the dungeon boss, Red Troll giant, like she was playing around. It was an almost unbelievable scene to see a rather refined lady, with a cute bunny ears, swinging a large morning star, as she moved around the red troll giant and ever so often bashing it around the places. “I GOT TO MANY PAPERWORK!!!!!…ARRGGHH!!...”. (Colonel Radian) “...I guess…she is over stress right now…”. (Corporal Ant)

he starts, and that’s it, that’s enough to stoke the fire again. “So all vampires are our friends now?” I snap. “No.” Aiden glares back at me, the first sign of anger I’ve seen from him so far today. “Sutcliffe was working with two other vampires, Whitfield and Ewing. Whitfield’s sire was Laurence Taylor- the vampire I staked a while ago, before we met- and Taylor was Cavendish’s rival. We, uh, did Cavendish a favour by taking out Whitfield and a chunk of his organisation.”

Colton departed with two of his subordinates. These two were none other than Left-wing Troop’s two Heavenly Kings. One of them was called Jim Granger, while the other was called Philip Jules. “Haven’t you gotten in touch with Spencer Queen? Where did this fellow run off to?” Colton asked after getting into the car.

Qillalon responded with an assuring tone. “You really know how to speak to me. I feel a little better now. But this killer being out there puts us in shame and these detectives are not doing enough to solve this.” “Don’t say that, Cain. They are the best in this type of business and Elder Mauritius trusts them.” “I think everyone will feel better if you’re in the lead instead of that old human. What’s his name again?” “Velmont Cavanaugh.” “Yeah, that and that witch with him. She’s pretty and her scent is so captivating… Don’t tell Selene I said that. I am just appreciating beauty.”

“Evening.” “Bye.” She saw the colonel filling her doorway now. He looked haggard, like he hadn’t shaved or combed his hair in days. His clothes looked limp. He was at the end of his rope. Tessa’s heart went out to him, and she rushed over, wrapping her arms around him. “Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry for everything you’re going through. I wish I could do something helpful. But I’d be happy to get you some food or coffee or…”

I slam the dorm room door shut behind me and toss my cleaning bag to the floor like it burned me. Damien Wolfe is the devil. A very fine, very rich, tattooed devil… but still. The devil. I flop face-first onto my bed and groan into my pillow. My thighs are still trembling—and not from exhaustion. I hate that a single touch from him turns me into this… mess. This overheated, overstimulated, overthinking mess. And the worst part?

After plugging her's and Grace's phone they both lad on Humphrey's bed as they viewed the short funny videos on his phone and laugh, few moments later someone steps in, they both got up to see who it was and was surprised to see that it was Thomas. Thomas is a short black guy,who had once tried to ask Tory out when she started college but she had rudely ignored him because she finds his attitude bad. Everyone knew Thomas as a rude, arrogant young man who takes pleasure ask, dating and using new female students who just gets into college. " Humphrey is a friend of Thomas??" Grace asked Tory as soon as Thomas took what he came for and went back out. "I had no idea they knew each other" she rep

At that moment, she stood as equal to any man on the battlefield. "Lavinia!" a thunderous voice suddenly boomed, shaking the air. From the Tylland army, a man with a dark, commanding presence emerged, his energy ferocious and domineering. "Vicar!" Lavinia's expression turned grim. This was Tylland's generalissimo, Vicar Tancred, whose strength was unfathomable. She hadn't expected him to make a personal appearance today. At this point, retreat was not an option for Lavinia. As the commander, her retreat would shatter her army's morale, leading to inevitable defeat.