Garrison Aot Novels & Stories

But right along the highest peak of the ridge a sector that had been marked as dead space on the regional alliance boards for a decade a cluster of jagged crimson coordinates began to flash. "There it is," Kaelen rumbled, his deep, rough voice dropping into a lethal octave that made the metal ceiling fixtures subtly vibrate. His large, armored hand came to rest firmly on the small of my back, sending a massive, anchoring wave of golden warmth through our bond to soothe my rising adrenaline. "The garrison. Bryce wasn't just deploying temporary tracking units into the field; he was funding a permanent, off-grid surveillance base right outside our jurisdiction." "Look at the data streams, Kaele

Now it was just wind, empty fields, and the occasional burned-out outpost. “First garrison’s 20 miles east,” Ryn said, checking the map. “Garrison 7. Captain’s name is Varn. Human. Loyal to Thorne, but he respects the Crown.” Kade sniffed the air. “No smoke. No blood. Good sign.” They reached Garrison 7 by noon. The gates opened before they knocked. Captain Varn stood there, 40 years old, scar across his jaw, eyes sharp. He looked at Kade, then at Ryn, then at the wagons.

His opponent then snapped back to reality and said, "Oh, Hi! I'm Garrison Fawkner from Azure Peak. Let's get started!" After that, Garrison charged toward Adrian. Adrian observed Garrison and thought that his sword techniques were quite impressive. Generally speaking, Garrison could be considered a promising talent. If Adrian had encountered Garrison in his earlier days, it might have taken him some time to deal with him. However, things were different here.

"Don't worry, Commander Sinclair. The preparations for the Westhaven envoy's arrival are nearly complete. There shouldn't be any major issues for now. Please attend to your other matters." Carissa turned her gaze to Max. "Keep your men in check. During the Westhaven envoy's visit, make sure they don't cause any trouble." "Understood," Max replied. "The Garrison Unit is currently undergoing evaluations as per your instructions. Anyone failing the assessment will be dismissed. Many of them aren't part of the Mystic Army to begin with, so it doesn't matter if they're removed." "Good," Carissa said, rising to her feet. "That's all for now. You're dismissed."

came his only reply and she mouthed a thank you before walking out of the office briskly lest he changed his mind. She kept drawing the length of her gown down as they walked into the hotel. Aurora was dressed in a pair of black short gown and she had a white wig on her hair while the make up on her face was heavy, right now she looked like a hot seductress who was going to be an interpreter. Why did Bigfoot make her do this anyways? She felt so lost and uncomfortable. “Hello” she greeted as she walked in front of the door, the guards standing there inspected her from head to toe before nodding and she entered inside and she wished she had not.

A voice whisper behind me. Everly. I ignore her. “Do hear the latest rumor now?” She ask, then continues. “Nova mother is back. And it looks like she’s going to be reclaiming her title as Mrs Garrison.” My jaw clenches as I scratch my brow, and wonder why the line so fucking long. She giggles. “I heard from the staff this morning that Mr. Garrison rushes out of the company and it was later heard that he has gone to Liliana’s side at the hospital just because she has a minor cut.”

"The 12th Garrison?" Adam asked, his expression one of deep thought, "How were you alerted to the convoy's demise?" "Generally we track the progress from the 11th garrison at the receiving end through the Ravine with spotters from our garrison. We hadn't heard from the spotters for longer than was normal, and had begun to mobilize a search party." Greyson explained calmly, "They were about to leave when a group of Aurochs, that we know are used for transport there, entered the bottom of the valley in a panicked state."

Elder Garrison growled in anger as he stood up abruptly. I turned around to face him with an apologetic look. "My apologies to you elder, but I can't go on with that promise." I clasped my hands together and bowed my head in respect. (Elder Garrison's Pov) For the fact that I was an elder, I felt insulted, and by the words Maximus spat out. My anger rose immediately as I glared at him and Doris. "As long as I, Garrison, is still alive, you," I pointed sharply at Maximus, "will never be able to enter the 100 warriors. And that goes to you, Doris." I directed my pointed finger to her as I threatened the both of them.

'Sir Au, Sir Au…' At the thought, Darryl's gaze flashed as he thought of Prince Auten at once. 'F*ck… it couldn't be him, could it?' "Darryl!" At the look on his face, Chester could not help but ask, "What's going on? Do you have something to say about this Sir Au?" Darryl took a deep breath, smiling before saying, "The beasts that Ambrose ran into are called Garan beasts. They're special spirit creatures only found in the Godly Region. As for Sir Au, I've got a pretty good idea of who he is. He's not my friend at all. He's Prince Auten taking on another person's body."

“If anyone suspects—” “They won’t,” came the deep rumble of Garrison. Confident. Cold. “Your daughter plays her part well enough. The girl doesn’t see her as a threat.” Elara’s stomach twisted. Sereyna. Kael’s jaw clenched, fury in his eyes. “Still,” Garron muttered, “the assassin was sloppy. My men nearly caught him.” “You’ll be more careful next time,” Garrison replied smoothly. “We need Elara pliant. Kieran will handle the rest.”