Musketeers Novels & Stories

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

She noticed Arielle walking up to Kobie with two glasses of red wine. She watched Kobie being smitten with Arielle, he accepted her glass and going for a sip. "Kobie no.." Delilah yelled at the top of her voice. She leaves Cave's side running up to Kobie who was stunned while his cousin was worried. "Don't drink that…" Delilah immediately swipes the glass away from Kobie. "It's poisoned. She poisoned it along with two hitmen. Cave is one of them." Delilah looked like a crazy person. The melodious atmosphere stopped immediately and all eyes focused on the drama that unfolded.

"One to either side of the door. Your appearance should draw them out, Ken. Once that happens - be prepared to duck." - "I'll warn you." said Kima. "On three?" - "Let me reload." When I was ready, she showed me a finger, then a second, and a third. Kima darted out the open doorway, and then stepped to her right. I followed, and darted to the left. There were three musketeers in the yard. As luck would have it, two of the bastards fired at me. One missed, slamming into the woodwork above my head. The second bullet hit me. It was like a hammer blow to the chest.

I told him “Thanks guys! I’ll talk again with Sandra and Sonia later,” Damian smiled “San Francisco…..This is the place we belong!” Anna said as her hand reached out mine, and Damian ‘Indeed! San Francisco is home……’ I smiled

‘Stop your riddles and say clearly Rose’, I spat the words. ‘Erica...Erica...Erica, you always had a problem with power. First, Raphael when he made you a workhorse, now, me for not spilling my guts faster. It’s ok though, as this will be your last conversation... I will tell you. You know, as a friend’, she said sarcastically before continuing to reply to my questions, ‘so, where was I? Oh, yes, children. Me and my brother. Where does Sophie fit into this?’, she tapped her finger on the Chin and said, ‘right in the middle of it. We are... the three musketeers’

One of the men ran over and placed his fingers under his comrade’s nose before sputtering those words. They were not the same. They were not actually part of the Dragon Gods; they just liked drag racing. Besides, they did not really fear anything under Ruben’s leadership. After the many times that they had successfully snatched things, they grew bolder. This bunch of people were dubbed the Motorbike Robbers. Anyone who knew what they were, did not dare to provoke and offend them. They never expected that this military veteran would suddenly turn up—and he would be such a skilled fighter. He was bold too, killing several of their men in a flash.

All I need is a bear,’ I teased. ‘I got your bear, mate.’ My body jerked when what he had called me registered. Mate. Damn. Was that why I wanted to touch him so bad? Eden continued to purr as a scent I never smelled before started coming from me. What in hell was that? Osprey let me go to talk to Silver and his brother Sage, the newest defensive end on the team. Vanessa sauntered over to drape herself over Osprey, her walk over exaggerated before clapping her hands together.

Huge wolves, fangs bared, running full tilt down the beach alongside an entire contingent of Viking warriors, Erik and Birger in the lead. The crowd screamed and ran in a panic when the ferocious battle cries and howls sounded behind them. After a second of shocked hesitation, Magnus' warriors quickly formed a shield wall in front of their Chieftain ready to meet those that they had believed to be their brothers earlier in the day.

These men were peers of the realm and would not murder her or otherwise harm her like the highwaymen she'd first believed last night. Her friend Anne Chessley had told her quite a bit about Godric and his friends. She'd called them the League of Rogues, a name she'd whispered half afraid and half fascinated. They were men without rules and morals as far as she knew, if one could trust gossip and stories printed in The Quizzing Glass Gazette.

It was Marcus's best friend Devon who first suggested that the three of them move in. They'd been Marcus's core group since college, Devon Carter, Liam Hayes, and Ethan Rodriguez. The Four Musketeers, they'd called themselves back then, inseparable through four years of classes, parties, and the general chaos of young adulthood. But their bond went deeper than just shared memories of keg stands and all-nighters. Each of them owed Marcus their life in a very literal sense.