Musketeers Aramis Novels & Stories

But it's his face that stops my breath—angular features that speak of nobility corrupted by centuries of fury, eyes that burn with silver fire, and an expression of such concentrated hatred that I instinctively step backward. Yet as he fully emerges, I realize the most disturbing truth: he's not entirely corporeal. His form flickers between flesh and metal, between man and blade, as if he can't decide which nature to embrace. When he speaks, his voice carries the ring of steel on steel: "I am General Aramis, first sword of the rebellion, final mate of Luna, and architect of the war that should have remade the heavens." His silver gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made me feel stripped

munitions. How far from the wall is that?" Amaris closed her eyes to picture it again in her mind. "Maybe the length of a truck, maybe a little more." She looked back at Alexis. She knew that he had something in mind. Amaris looked a little closer at everyone in the room. They all had determined looks on their faces. Amaris knew that they were just as worried and shocked by what she had found at the palace as she was. She had not been paying attention to what Alexis had just said. He turned to one of the men that had been standing there when Amaris opened her eyes. "What do we have with us for ammunition and equipment?" The man lifted the tablet that he had been carrying with hi

The warriors charged towards Amaris with the aim to kill and get rid of the threat. "This is not fair," Amaris chimed with a snicker and immediately got in action. He started sending bodies flying around them as if they were paper with only his arms raised. "My wrists are starting to feel sore." He complained and paused to massage his wrists, he resumed his previous attack.

Nessie made the motion as if she was writing. “A pen?” Aramis asked. “Aye, on of those, too.” She nodded. “Paper?” Athos asked. “Like a notebook?” “Aye, a jotter.” Athos stood up and walked down towards the offices. He stuck his head inside the security room and spoke withsomeone. He returned with a legal notepad, a pen, pencil and a highlighter. “If you need anything else, let me know.” “How about a computer?” “Mine’s on the table over there.” Aramis said pointing at the black laptop covered in rock band stickers.

After an hour, the officer comes to us and says “the result is out now, please follow me to explain the results of the test. Maybe just two of you guys, Miss Issa, and someone who will guide the wheelchair. “Let me accompanying her to the room and you guys can wait here” that’s Arthur's voice, he just being so nice when I sick. Even though yesterday I lost a bet with him and haven't made up for it. Maybe he'll charge it when I'm well again, this sly guy won't be able to let me go just like that. I turned my gaze towards Arthur, trying to look up to catch the expression on his face. He looks serious and calm, but his eyes stare at Ivan strangely. Indeed, Ivan is the one who looks worrier than

“SAMARA, HOLY shit. . .” Amaris’ voice was laced with awe, and I was left staring at the glass cabinet slowly opening, until it completely opened. The archery equipment stared back at me, glowing, as if calling me to touch it—to take it.

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Of course, for Aramis, who was used to living in luxury and convenience, what he was experiencing now was a nightmare. "Alex," growled Aramis through a snort of breath. "I'm sure that all of this must be his doing. Damn it! What an ignorant bastard! I should have killed him long ago." Aramis realized that now there was nothing he could do about Alex, which made him even angrier. He became even more irritated when his supply of brandy ran out. *** Aramis accidentally meets Marlon. He only intended to buy a bottle of brandy when he saw Marlon's figure from a distance. He then thought about following Marlon. Previously, Aramis had heard the news that Alex's men were also hunting for Marlon.

"Apparently, the girl you took from him is his mate." What the actual fuck? I tilted my head to be sure my ears were hearing correctly. His mate. The word rang back over and over again, filling every corner of my skull. Amaris is Alpha Kieran's mate.