Peter Quil Novels & Stories

Peter's body slammed hard into the ground after Scarlett flipped him clean over her shoulder. Silence. Everyone froze. Peter stared up at her in disbelief. "That fighting style..." His expression changed completely. "Combat Strike?" Hilary's eyes widened instantly. She recognized the name too. Only elite members of the military were trained in Combat Strike. Which meant- Scarlett had ties to the military? "Who are you?" Peter asked cautiously now. Scarlett stepped forward calmly. "I'll tell you," she said coolly, "after you're behind bars." Peter rolled backward and jumped to his feet immediately.

And looming above her, human-shaped, was a figure I’d only glimpsed in hunt drawings and fuzzy distant shots. Peter Holloway. Leader of the Night Fang Pack. He seemed more aged than I’d pictured, his features a chart of wounds and resentment, but his stare held the same frozen, spiteful blue from snaps at my folks’ burial. He dangled a nasty hooked knife loosely by his thigh. “Release her, Holloway,” I rumbled, the speech warped from my wolf maw. I advanced a pace, coiled tight. Peter’s eyes rose from Emily to me. A gradual, harsh grin stretched his lips. No kindness, just years of grudge primed to unleash.

Peter asked, sitting on the edge of the sprawling lawn. “I want answers. Why did you do it? What drove you to create this disaster, Peter? Marcus wants to kill you. The documents we’ve uncovered reveal the truth about your—and his—nature.” “Nature?” Peter asked, his voice sharp. “You’re a killer, Peter.” Peter froze, then lowered his head. “It was a dark time. He was a good man, but they destroyed him. He was drowning in his guilt and rage. I had to help him.” “Help him? You murdered someone for him?”

Frederick's eyes narrowed, and there was a playful smile on his lips. He was about to continue, but another loud and bold voice cut through, overshadowing them all. "Peter, you're a senior. Isn't it inappropriate to bully the younger generation like this?" At that moment, an old man with white hair and a black robes appeared. He had his hands behind his back as he walked leisurely towards them. "Who are you?" Peter immediately backed off, his eyes filled with wariness. The man's aura was immense, matching his own. "My name is Keith Quinton, and I’m a vassal of Ms. Liana Yarborough," the man said calmly.

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He told me. "Thanks, man." I told him. "Take the rest of the day off and go check on May." He nodded. "Thanks." I could see the relief on his face. Peter was a loyal apprentice and even though he was one of my most loyal friends, he never took advantage of that. He did his job and never slacked off or asked for special favours. Not even to be by his mate's side at the hospital. "Oh, by the way," Peter spoke, "Just a heads up, Captain Park is pissed."

muttered Peter as he gloomily walked over to the vexed Gerald’s side. Peter was naturally just as bummed out as the duo were since, in a way, Liemis had indirectly saved his life before this… What more, Zyla had helped him a lot throughout their journey. In the end, not only did he fail to reunite her with Liemis’s corpse, but his corpse wasn’t even present anymore! This only served to increase Peter’s guilt. As Gerald stood silently at the side in self-reproach, Zyla—who had been standing quite close to the dead anaconda—found herself shedding a tear that rolled down her cheek and onto the giant snake’s corpse…

Peter affirmed while returning the handshake to the chubby man. “So, what brings you to my territory?” Pablo, as he was called, asked to be notified of Peter's reason for visitation was. Whether for business or for favors, as Peter always did. Peter took a seat and ordered for beer, which he drank for a while before clearing his throat to begin speaking. “You see, there is this big deal I have cracked up with a foreign agent and believe me, once it hit the deck. “Boom! We are good to go” Peter explained to Pablo.

He would be looking for the specific address. Grace was doubtful. "Is the address Quentin gave real? Could it be a trap?" "Peter was once a mercenary and had a lot of knowledge about counter-reconnaissance. It'll be fine." Xander looked at the address. "You should start."

I winked at him before straightening up. " You're not the only one," he assured her, "I also found out some interesting things about you yesterday.” " Like what? " I felt our conversation take a dangerous turn, but I couldn't help asking. Peter watched me for a moment before he spoke again " I just wanted to thank you for helping me with all this. I hope you like chocolate.” " Are you using food to thank me, Peter? " I sneered, "You're on the right track.” " Gavin Stewart was here this morning," he commented, "Our immigration interview has been scheduled for next week.”