Colonel Tavington Novels & Stories

"Hello, Colonel. I'm Landon Wabsor, the president of Citron Entertainment. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit? You could just give me a call if you needed my help." Landon smiled with flattery and respect. He was the president of a company. Of course, he would be able to read the situation. He had to ingratiate himself with the colonel since that could save his skin. The lieutenant colonel looked at Landon solemnly. His gaze was frigid as he said, "Mr. Wabsor, we're here under our commander-in-chief's orders. Does your company have a talent named Barbie?"

"If that man is 'Number 0', I will make sure he never reads anything to you again, except his own tombstone." At the fortress gates, a group of Syndicate mercenaries survivors of the failure in London stood guard. They were the remaining elite led by Colonel Volkov, a man infamous for his cruelty. They felt safe within this remote stronghold, believing Mavric would never dare attack amidst the snowstorm. "Thorne is just a businessman playing soldier," Volkov mocked while sipping vodka. "As soon as he sets foot on this ice, we will.." Volkov's sentence was cut short as a high-velocity sniper bullet shattered his vodka glass into pieces.

Instead, I reached slowly into my coat and pulled out the blinking, encrypted Vanguard data drive, holding it high in the crisp night air between two fingers for the commander to see. "My name is Julian Colton," I declared loudly, my voice dripping with an arrogant, unearned confidence. "And I brought with me the complete, high-level defense blueprints of the Shadow Vanguard army. Lower your goddamn weapons and take me to Malachi Pierce immediately... I have a war to sell him."

he asked. "Of course Ben!" Tina said and led the others to the kitchen as Ben made his way to the front door. The doorbell rang and Ben opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?" Ben said. The Colonel's smile slipped just a little. "Colonel Hargrave. Don Blake mentioned I was coming to see you?" "Ah yes Colonel, please come in," Ben said and gestured for the men to enter. They saw the boots lined up against the wall by the door and Ben was in socks so they slipped off their shoes and followed Ben into the living room.

Colton said, his face draining of color. He wasn't ready to meet his end just yet. "Look at how spineless you are!" Miller's face twisted with resentment. "Don't forget, that kid's from the war zone, and we got kin in the Sallem City Division, an actual general!" "You mean General Taylor?" Colton's expression shifted as he understood who Miller was referring to. Samuel Taylor was a general of the Sallem City Division. "But General Taylor is from Quentin's in-laws' side. Would he truly be willing to initiate a conflict with the war zone for us?"

Turning to face the vampire who’d brought him the news that he’d discovered their whereabouts, he added, “If what you say is true, trying to rescue them could prove more dangerous than normal.” One of the oldest of the vampire den, Colin was made by Oscar when he was just nineteen. His youthful face often deceived those who opposed him into thinking that he was an easy pushover. Since he’d made it a point to study military tactics to the extent that he held a very high position in the vampire army, this was far from the truth. It was, however, something that he would often use to his advantage to keep the enemy off guard.

“Please, allow me to introduce myself.” The tall guy spoke even before they sat around the table inside the tavern. Before they entered, a tall guy sent his guards to empty the area so they could talk in private. “My name is Trenton Hildebrant. Major General of Edeirland’s army and loyal subject of His Highness, Daniel Colton. Thanks to you, sir.” Trenton emphasized the last part of his introduction, fueling the further confusion written all over Peter’s face. He didn’t understand what Trenton was talking about.

At least, that was what I was doing when the colonel came upon me. “Your—” “Alex. Sit down.” “Aye-aye, sir. Alex, do you realize that our campaign will be hard? Dangerous?” “What are you suggesting?” “Maybe you could wait here? It’s not our first time chasing this scum, and you aren’t used to—” “Colonel, that’s not up for discussion. I’m joining you, and, by the way, so is the body upstairs.” “What body?” “That’s Count Torne. He was the one appointed here, but when I realized that he wouldn’t be of use, I got him drunk. He’s been hammered for two weeks straight.”

Part of him wanted to growl at the breach of his territory, but the colonel outranked him and had every right to barge into the office as if it were his own. Colonel Conrad Bronn was an intimidating man. Despite the fact that Jackson was a good three inches taller, the Colonel still seemed to look down at him. Everything about the Colonel was hard and demanding. His mouth was a thin line framed by a strong nose and heavy brow with a frown that never budged. His hair was cropped so close to the skin it was impossible to tell what color it might have been; even his camouflage uniform was perfectly pressed and straight.

Now, Evelyn’s insults were digging their graves deeper and the guests were already feeling sorry for both of them. "Evelyn, stop!" Anthony whispered harshly, but she ignored him and continued. "Don’t be fooled by his fancy suit, Anthony. Colton used to be a nobody—a construction worker. He can’t even harm an ant." "She sure really wants to die" one of the guests whispered. Colton’s calm demeanor didn’t waver. He took a sip of his wine, handed the empty glass to a passing waiter, and turned to Anthony. "Do you believe I can’t harm an ant, Mr. Rivers?" His chilling tone carried an underlying intensity that made Andrea’s breath hitch.