Musketeers Novels & Stories

The armor that these Knights wore gave out a distinct luster while their silken scarves and capes looked brand new, but stranger still they all seemed to be laughing and cheering, it was the Dwyle clan again, celebrating the fact that there was still some war left to fight in. “Damned bastards” Lurti scowls as he spits on their direction. I could see the Legionnaire Cohorts the 23rd, the 35th and the 29th also getting into formation while the Spearman Cohort 19th and the 78th also move in for the march. In the back were the Musket Gunner Cohort the 60th all, hurriedly strapping their muskets to their backs. I get in formation with the rest as Trosdig starts banging his shield with his sword,

They couldn't be killed. From far away we could hear the howls of our warriors, they were closing in and we could finally breathe in relief. But something didn't add up, we could hear the howls which meant that so could the rogues but all the wolves had stopped in their tracks, they took a step back and raised their heads. Neither one of them looked scared. As our own emerged from the woods and lunged at the rogues, they slammed into an invisible wall and fell down on the ground.

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

It was quite eccentric and amazing for me to look at. "Hehehehe~it's a beauty right, I made it myself, I called it Boom-Boom Hammer~…I heard that The Maidens Mercenary Groups were wearing a special Musket, originally I joined this campaign because that I wanted to see them…and perhaps see the said musket, but looks like Aeternum Soldier also uses the same Special Muskets…they were amazing!!…I wonder if they will let me inspect it?..". (Polly Grokham)

"Hurry up, Mykel, we have a lot to do today." Gwenevere called, matching forward. He increased his pace and closed the distance between them. "I'm wondering what you're up to." "First of all, I have to apologize. I lied, there's nothing cloudy in this meeting, we're not swimming in the sky or anything. I said it would be cloudy because we're in a park called The Cloudy Park." she raised her eyebrow at him.

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

His gaze was as hard as steel. The three musketeers— Garrick, Maris and Thane, had unreadable expressions on their faces. Foolish old wolves who clung to the past like it was the only thing keeping their wretched selves alive. I could see the disdain in their eyes as they watched her walk beside me with narrowed eyes. But Ava didn't care, she held her head up high and kept her spine straight. She was far more important and stronger than any of them in this room so she has nothing to fear. Pride swelled within and Leo purred in satisfaction that she wasn't cowering before the council like they had been expecting.

Our guards pursue them at top speed. “We make a great team,” Wiley shouts. “What was that phrase from the Three Musketeers?” “All for one and one for all,” Kent says with a smirk, as the heat of battle fades. “That’s the one.” Wiley raises a fist, triumphant. Jordan takes a deep breath. “We did it together, Aurora.” Now that the crisis has passed, I notice I’m panting and I catch my breath. We survey the damage. Dead rogues, no dead merchants. The rogues never had a chance.

“Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Lowery. Mr. Morgan. Or as I described you to my brother, Athos, Porthos and Aramis.” Ink leaned back in his chair and studied at the three teens as he took a drink. “Athos, Porthos, Aramis.” He said pointing to Humphrey, Morgan and then Lowery. “Athos the protector. Porthos the clown. Aramis the scholar.” She confirmed. Ink made a motion to someone who walked over. The man wore a cut that declared him to be president and his name was Toad. “I think that we have their road names. Athos, Porthos and Aramis.”

Chantelle (Lady 4) sighed: “So, they are off the table.” Lady 5 and Lady 6 sat quietly in the background although their eyes were on the photographs of the young men on the table. Babitha: “The terrors that you need to avoid is the three musketeers, Neilson Livingstone, Adrian Montaque and Christopher Walter” Michelle: “Terror?”