Colonel Tavington Novels & Stories

There standing was Colton Hastings in all his glory, with his huge million-dollar smile that made him the perfect model to promote any toothpaste advertisement. "A very good evening Mrs. Hastings." He greeted, removing a bunch of fresh white daffodils from behind his back. "I thoroughly apologize for the delay but my father had given me some important work plus it's not easy to find fresh daffodils. Your choice in flowers is quite exquisite ma'am."

‘I suggest you start telling me what’s happening or—’ ‘Or you’ll what, foot soldier?’ sniffed Dutton. ‘Colonel, would you do the honours?’ ‘My pleasure,’ said the American and blasted Radford where he stood, riddling him with bullets. * * * Suzanne screamed. ‘Jesus Christ!’ exclaimed Andrew. ‘You murdering...There was no need for that. We’d have come with you.’ ‘But it was fun,’ said the colonel, laughing. ‘A casualty of war,’ explained Dutton.

Behind them came the recruiters, their steps measured, their eyes sweeping the square as if they meant to look straight through everyone’s bones. Their leader dismounted in one smooth, practiced motion—the kind that spoke of doing it a hundred times before, and knowing he’d do it the same a hundred times more. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his black hair tied back, a faint old scar above his right brow. Silver embroidery marked the sleeve of his coat: Captain of the House Torven. When he spoke, he didn’t raise his voice—but the cold ran across every back in the square.

Vida interrupted, giggling as Tessa had begun to pick up steam with her words, she simply leaned on Colter’s arms and felt the moment, he had chosen to live with her on this Earth and it thrilled her to no end. “Don’t interrupt me girl, I was on the verge over there! Like look, those things were real, yeah? Those creepy flying vultures that got splattered all over the wall. Colter getting these powers and whooping that ugly, ass king of darkness, Tyrone? Byrone? Dyron? What’s his name? I forgot. Goddamn, I can’t believe it. We actually endangered our lives over there and we made it out alive!” “Does she ever stop talking?” Vergil asked quietly, and everyone else laughed at his reaction to Te

I turned around and crashed into a pair of eyes as deep as wolf eyes. It was Colonel Tatin, the commander of the peacekeeping forces. He had typical Eastern European heritage, his figure tall like a moving tower. The sleeves of his combat uniform were rolled up casually, revealing bronze forearms covered in wild tactical tattoos that rose and fell with the tension of his muscles. He always had half a cigar dangling from his mouth, carrying the mixed scent of tobacco, gunpowder, and male hormones. That aggressive masculine aura was dangerous yet inexplicably made one's legs weak.

His sharp features and the no-nonsense tone in his voice immediately told me he was in charge. “I’m Colonel Turner,” he said, extending his hand. “General Cole is waiting for you in the command tent. Follow me.” I nodded, shaking his hand briefly before following him through the base. My boots crunched against the gravel as I tried to take in everything around me. Soldiers worked tirelessly, reinforcing walls, cleaning weapons, and preparing for the next inevitable attack. I couldn’t help but wonder how many of them knew they wouldn’t make it out of this alive.

“The data is clean. Cross-referencing timestamps, communications logs, and financial records… It all points to one person.” Vargas folded his arms, his expression as cold as the alpine winds outside. “If this is true, we’re not just dealing with Erebus anymore. We’re dealing with betrayal at the highest level.” The name on the screen burned into Elena’s mind. Colonel James Hawthorne. Hawthorne wasn’t just any name. He was the tactical architect behind half the missions that had allowed them to chip away at Erebus over the years. He was a mentor to many on the team and a trusted ally within their ranks.

Levi glanced at everyone and asked, "Monique Zellweger, if you have the evidence to prove that I took over your comrade's place, then show it to everyone now. If not, please think twice before you speak." Levi's words were reasonable and no one had the evidence to prove that Levi had stolen the spot too. More importantly, Colonel Brown is a man of good repute. Everyone knew that the Chatterton Town military would only look at one's capabilities, not their identities. Anyone who was capable could work their way up, and replacing the Colonel himself was not something impossible.

When tidings came that Radzivill was defeated at Shklov, and the Lauda regiment in an attack on the hired infantry of Temedir was cut almost to pieces, the old colonel, stricken by apoplexy, yielded his soul. These tidings were brought by a certain Sir Michael Voldin, a. young but very famous warrior, who instead of Heraclius had led the Lauda regiment by appointment of Radzivill. The survivors came with him to their inherited fields, wearied, weighed down, and famished; in common with the whole army, they complained that the grand hetman, trusting in the terror of his name and the spell of victory, had rushed with small forces on a power ten times greater than his own, and thus had overwhel

If he didn't surrender now, she might just pierce his brain on a whim. "I'm Colton Doyle, the butler of the Dalton family. The head of the family sent me to fetch Nina!" After saying this, Colton bit his lip anxiously, only to realize he was unharmed. Colton incredulously touched his head, the worms seemingly didn't explode. Vincent proudly lifted his chin. "With my Mommy around, you won't die even if you want to." "Thank… thank you." Colton's smile was uglier than crying, realizing he had spilled the Dalton family's secrets.