Name The Three Musketeers Novels & Stories

I have to follow. We arrived at the building of Aurora’s apartment, and she was standing right in front of it, talking to a tall guy. The guy has soft, blonde hair. His figure is bulky with clear muscles under his police short sleeves. But when he turns around to us, his round chin instantly lights up a flare in the back of my head-- The Three Musketeers! Not the book. It was us! I used to play fencing with Adrian. We met another boy at the fencing class and we became friends first, and later “the three musketeers”. It was decades ago though. I was only around ten when I dropped fencing.

“Amitabha. You are chosen, child. You are destined for greatness.” The samurai scoffed. “He’s still in the foundational stage, and you’re already praising him.” The monk replied calmly, “At least let us introduce ourselves.” The robed man spoke. “My name is Balthasar.” The monk bowed slightly. “Amitabha. I am Abhaya.” The samurai spoke arrogantly. “Yamato.” “We are the Masters of this plane,” they said together. “The Three Musketeers.” Their voices shook the entire dimension.

“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.

I point out. “The food isn’t poisoned. In the early days, I might have considered getting rid of the three of you so I’d have Rose all to myself. But now I feel like we are the Musketeers,” Tristan says. “Musketeers?” I look at him confused. “Yeah. You know that reference. From The Three Musketeers? Don’t tell me you never read that book as a child,” Reece raises an eyebrow at me. “Although, there are four of us instead of three.”

Within the Cavendish royal family, the strongest pillars they had were Atticus, Cormac, and Asher. In the world of Holtrien's elite clans, the three brothers were known as the Three Tigers, a rare combination of blood, brains, and raw ability under one roof. Atticus, as the one carrying the weight of leading the family, carried himself with a no-nonsense, straight-backed seriousness. Cormac and Asher, on the other hand, looked the part of dependable pillars in public. However, behind closed doors, the two of them were an absolute comedy duo.

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.

Then one day, Madame Lee sent him a private message with a chat group number. She told him, "If you’ve got guts, come join us." How could Louis possibly admit he didn’t have the guts? So, he joined the group. By the time he got in, Elliot, Mason, and Miles were already there. Coach Ryan joined even later than he did. But once the six of them formed the “Six Musketeers,” no one else was ever added. Then two years later, Madame Lee suddenly vanished without a trace. And just like that, she disappeared for three years.

He explained. I paused, taking a good look at each one of them. The man speaking was a red-hair, with dark eyes. The other man at the back had dark hair, with pure white eyes, but he could see despite that. While the woman had pure white hair and amber-coloured eyes. I recognised those eyes; I had seen them many years back. Then it struck; they were the infamous three sorcerer musketeers of Landonsville empire. They were rumoured to have been in the celestial ground with the gods. While the other rumour was that they were dead.

“Nah thank you, this is a dream come true for all three of us, right Tony?” Tony grins back. “Yeah, do you remember what they used to call the three of us at the academy?” “Ah haha oh yeah, the three musketeers.” That makes me laugh, I remember those stories and I agree that they do fit the roles. “Mind if I use that sometimes? My three musketeers, hee hee.” We laugh about it together, but this moment of levity is short lived however, as I spot Lance walking towards us through the bushes. A feeling of dread washes through me and they both pick up on it, turning to see what I do.

************************** CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT *********************** BRINLEY. "Tell my family hi for me," I say, hugging Amanda. "I will. Thanks for everything, don't be a stranger now, okay," Amanda says, wiping away her tears. "I won't," I shake my head. "Look at us," Katie says, wrapping her arms around Amanda and me. "The Three Musketeers back together again," We all laugh at that. We used to call ourselves the three musketeers because we were together all the time. They were there for me during the hard times.