First Quarter Quell Novels & Stories

She added before stepping back. I can see that she is guilty about all all this, but I shook my head mumbling “You are just being loyal to your King.” I took the bread and started to have the meals thinking about a way to somehow release myself from here. But before that he needs to be sent to hell. *Unknown Pov* “How did the quest ended?” I asked the men infront of me. “We made it through by sending five members inside.” One guy replied making me nod at him.

"Yep. I didn't know Kill would talk about me to anyone. What's your name?" He offered his hand and I reached for it. "Soleil. And he didn't. The girl mentioned your name. I just connected the dots." I let his hand go. Shade groaned. "That brat's gonna be the death of me." He murmured. An intense aura came out of nowhere. It was too deadly that my spine straightened from its presence. I quickly turned my head. My eyes met a dark gaze straight right at me. It was Quillon. He looked like he wanted to kill someone. His eyes were hard, his jaw clenched tight and his lips flat in a straight line.

“Tell me you’re with me.” Nyra’s silver eyes cleared as she forced herself upright. Lunar‑flame flickered in her veins, a cool silver fire that pushed back her fear. “I’m with you,” she said, voice trembling but determined. “But Selene… what game is this?” Kaelan stepped into the light, voice low and gravelly. “The Hell Queen’s Game. It begins when midnight’s shadow falls. You were warned.” A sudden echo rattled the sanctum’s carved doors, a whisper that seemed to swirl around Nyra’s skull: “The game begins at midnight.”

Quinn unslung the velvet-wrapped staff from his back. It looked unassuming—ashwood polished to a soft sheen, its head carved in the shape of a crescent moon, runes glowing faintly silver. One-time use. A key, not a weapon. To open the barrier, to cross safely and to get back. After that, only Alpha Romero himself could recharge it with prayers from his own lips. Quinn glanced at us once—at Elio, at me(he never was one you could fool), at Isolde who stood smugly off to the side like the entire sea belonged to her—and then stepped forward.

“Perhaps.” Quinn tapped the table, seeking the bartender’s attention. “Give me another drink.” The bartender obliged, shoving another glass her way. She took it in hand, turning towards the alpha king. He was the strongest alpha across the globe, he deserved nothing but respect from her. “I didn’t greet you properly, Alpha Zayd. I’m the beta of the silver moon pack; Quinn Felon. Cheers to the newly found bond between our pack and yours.” The man chuckled, clinking his glass with hers. “Cheers to that and a lot more.” He tilted his head, staring at her neck with an unreadable gaze. “That burn mark on your neck, how did it get there?”

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

The SSS HQ was a fortress. Muhammad had a progress analysis briefing with his boss, the Director of the Department of Intelligence (DI). He was not ready for the meeting but he had no choice but to attend it. His boss hated theories and loved results but right now all he had were theories. The director of the DI had a reputation of being a butcher because he had a habit of kicking officers with below average out of his department. Below average in the butcher’s dictionary was a success rate of less than 90%.

I will bear his son, and in return, he will grant me my freedom. _______________________________________________________ Thank you again for loving My Quarterback Alpha. I hope you will also give Nikolai and Vena a chance. _________________________________________________________ Before I finally close this chapter, I want to take a moment to appreciate everyone who has been part of My Quarterback Alpha’s journey. 💚Gift Supporters: No. 1: bigbittybaddie23 No. 2: Izzy No.3: Favour Samuel No. 4: Mel Gem, No.5: visitor9478, No. 6: Lori Flagg, No. 7: Elle Okumu

"Natalie, why don't I give the necklace back to you? I shouldn't have accepted it in the first place." The moment her hand touched the necklace, Hunter spoke. "Keep it." Then, he turned to me and stressed, "Whoever drew it got it." I chuckled softly. The private room fell silent for a moment, and Hunter's gaze grew colder. Gabriel frowned and said, "Natalie, it was just a game. Did you really have to make an issue out of it?" Then, he stepped in front of Tiffany. His voice remained gentle, but to me, it felt like a knife pressing against my throat.