Garrison Aot Novels & Stories

"That used to be you." "I retired," Tristan said. "Now I'm just the snake charmer." They reached the edge of the plateau, looking down into the Industrial Sector. The Garrison was a fortress of black iron nestled between two massive factories. Steam was pouring from every vent. Even from this distance, they could hear the shouts of confused troopers and the clank-hiss of malfunctioning machinery. "The blast doors are sealed," Tristan noted. "Helena did her job. They're trapped inside." BOOM.

The Blood Eclipse is precisely twenty days away. My system remains in a state of uncalculated friction, Astrid. Every time I look at the maps of your territory, my fingers remember the heat of your skin, and my logic fails me entirely. I am a Grand Commander who cannot formulate a defense perimeter because her focus is permanently anchored to a safehouse in the foothills. We cannot allow Madox or Cassian to force our hands. Lord Gorgon’s automated weapons factory has been relocated to the iron mines near the valley's base. If we do not dismantle his supply chain, our separate internal conflicts will be cut short by an army of human machines.

“That should be most of the soldiers in your army and I dare say Angus once fitted into that category.” Octavius joined him in laughing. Garius walked until he stood side by side beside Octavius. He looked down at the village, at the people who moved about talking to each other at the top of their voices, it was so loud it was a wonder they could hear themselves at all. Gustoff, now old and bent was leading some young boys who carried bags of what looked like spoiled tools and weapons, the youngest one at the back carried two blackened pots and a pan. On another side, some priests were pulling sheep and goats towards temples all in preparation for the crowning ceremony.

“Increase security. Double the internal patrols. Recheck all entry and exit permits.” Hera nodded. “Understood.” Garrison said nothing more after that. He turned and left the area, intending to report to Fabrizio immediately. The palace corridors were still relatively quiet when he arrived. However, there was a subtle yet palpable tension in the air. He moved swiftly, heading straight for Fabrizio’s office. When Garrison entered, he found Fabrizio standing near the window. Fabrizio turned the moment he arrived. Garrison closed the door and confronted Fabrizio. “Beta.”

Silas’s physical voice boomed out, cutting through the roaring crash of the tide. The thousand riders skidded to a synchronized stop along the cliff’s edge. The wolves sat back on their haunches, their nostrils flaring as they caught the scent of the enemy. Below us, nestled in a massive, hollowed-out cavern within the volcanic shelf, lay the Dawn-Garrison. It was a fortress built entirely of black stone and reinforced gold-leaf, suspended directly over a boiling oceanic vent. From our high vantage point, we could see the massive, wheel-shaped mechanism described in Thalia’s blueprint.

“Then why are you so hard on the friendly giant? He saved your cute derrière back there, and that’s not the first time. Third time if I’m not mistaken.” She tore the leaf into pieces. “He makes me mad, that’s all.” “Teens & Tots is well run, but it’s not secure. Trust us to protect the little ankle biters.” “Please don’t make the place look like a Nazi camp. Garrison has a valid point. There needs to be a balance—” “It’s Garrison now?” “He’s just a friend. Is that why John’s so mad? He’s jealous?”

As such, Sotiria sent Naomi to kindergarten the next day. Garrison had 37 companies. In the past, he used to stay in Rothesay, so he had naturally set up headquarters in Rothesay. Now, since he had moved to Bay City, he would have to gradually transfer his headquarters to Bay City. Hence, after his arrival in Bay City, Garrison became even busier than when he was in Rothesay. He began leaving the house and coming home late from the next day of their arrival. Sotiria stayed at home, taking Naomi to school and picking her up, painting, and living a leisurely and cozy life.

The fourth-floor houses numerous offices and the fifth floor, if I remember correctly from word of mouth, is where Garrison stays when he is here. Garrison was a notorious bear shifter, who killed first and didn’t care about asking questions. He mostly employed stealthy little ninja werecats, his heavy hitters were rogue bear shifters and the occasional werewolf. The sun went down, and the moon settled above us, shrouded by the overcast of clouds. The temperature had dropped, and I could smell snow in the air. *Showtime. And it looks like it’s a full house tonight.* Mike’s voice filters through my mind as he connects to me and the warriors. *Lyric, switch places with Pete in my car. You and

Petro’s voice floods my mind. Rose rolls her eyes as she attempts to walk away. “Petro would like to go on a run with Kat,” I blurt out, making her stop in her tracks. “He wants to meet his mate,” I say to further my argument. She sighs before turning to face me, “Tonight,” is all she says before walking away. I guess we’d have to wait. “That was interesting,” Garrison’s voice came from behind me, pulling my gaze from watching Rose’s retreating ass and back to him. I shrugged as he stood suspiciously. “Her wolf isn’t fighting the bond like Rose is. She wants to accept, which is actually beneficial to me,” I respond. “Looks like you have an inside man,” he jests, making me laugh. “I

By the time Victor arrived at the Astrian garrison headquarters, the Astrian garrison was already waiting for him in full battle formation. However, the special mechs weren't there. After all, they still didn't know if a fight would actually break out. If it didn't, using the one-time-use mechs now would be a waste. "Whoa! Quite a show, huh?" Victor scoffed. The Astrian garrison headquarters had nearly 10,000 people. 10,000 was no small number. Bear in mind, these were 10,000 people who were all armed. Victor didn't approach rashly. He would be fighting 10,000 people, so it wouldn't hurt to be careful.