Musketeers Novels & Stories

“Down!” I had my arm around Jace’s shoulders as I pushed him forward to the floor, and my other arm was around Malachi, and I gripped Levi’s jacket tightly. “Hylja sála!” Blue flames enveloped all of us as the bullets tore through the windows of the restaurant with deafening bursts.

Someone we are paid to get rid of. "You call me a sissy?" "Yeah. Aren't you one?" "No, im not." "Then prove to me you aren't one. Prove it by pulling the trigger and blowing her head off." "I will rather blow your head off." "Bastard!" Wobbling-legs leapt at the man with the widest chest, both red in the face with palms folded into a punch. And when I thought they were about to exchange blows, allowing me to sneak away, the third of the musketeers stepped between them and said in his hissing voice, "Enough of this, comrades. We have a job to do and not fight among ourselves." The new speaker was of average height, with a pot belly, unusually large feet, and a

“As ready as I’ll ever be, and yes, I’ve got everything I need. I’m super nervous, I’m not gonna lie, but I need to do this. Thanks for getting me in.” “As if I would want to miss that. Plus, they’re playing The Imperialists, you couldn’t have picked a better game to do this. Her three musketeers will witness.” “Her three musketeers?” said Stephanie from the front passenger seat. “That’s what I used to call Coralis, Gus, Erik and Henry at school. Gus may not be there, but Sebastian makes a better one.” Frank and Stephanie laughed. “I can see the analogy,” said Frank.

It was slightly heavier than the others, and as she peeled away the layers of tape and folded back the cardboard, her eyes landed on something that made her lips curve into a smile. A Canine Musketeers book. Its cover gleamed with an emerald sheen, the illustration playful and inviting. A cartoonish German shepherd stood poised with a sword in its mouth, facing off against a husky, their blades exaggeratedly long and dramatic. Lila swallowed hard. Aaron loved this series. It was the very first thing they had talked about when he and Winnie had wandered into the bookstore the day they met. Her throat tightened, and before she could stop it, a tear slipped down

He swayed for a moment before collapsing on the ground. The other musketeers were stunned. Their hands trembled, and they could barely hold their muskets straight. Adrian seized that moment to leap up and kick their muskets out of their hands. After losing their weapons, the musketeers panicked and fled. Kyril was dumbfounded. He had not expected the tables to turn so quickly. All of his men ran helter-skelter. Not even a single one stayed by his side. Marissa walked toward him and said, "Kid, it's just you and me now. Let's see who's stronger."

She then realized that she had a silver dagger concealed in her pants pocket which she stole from Callie's house, in the basement where Simeon's weapons were hidden. Esteban continues to pounce on Marcus even though he is already wounded and is once more below him. Marcus understood that Esteban was not only much bigger than him at the time, but also more skilled in combat, so he had a little chance of defeating him. But despite his frailty, he made an effort to fight the man, especially since Hera also happened to be there and needed to be protected.