Peter Quill Novels & Stories

A middle-aged man with brown hair politely nodded at me. "Alpha Aidan, I’m Peter, a private investigator hired by Luna Freya."

(Salvatore’s POV) The loud clash of power echoes through the glen like thunder. Quinn stands by my side, ready to fight with every inch of her being. Her presence is like a beacon fuelling my strength. Together, we will do whatever it takes to get to the mysterious relic, that is supposed to be the key to unlocking the obsidian veil. The grotesque figure looms before us. Its size makes it a formidable adversary, but we won’t back down. We have faced so much the past few weeks and we have overcome every single one of them, even when they seemed impossible. This fight is no different.

" Blake explained. "I don't have two months," Queen said sadly. "My parents' lives are at stake." "I understand," Blake replied. "I do have another solution though." "Please tell me," Queen said desperately. "Relax, I will. There's a man called Suarez, he is the one who owns this club." "Suarez? I've never heard of him before." Queen said. "Yeah, Suarez is ruthless and evil, but he's also a very strong ally of Christopher Stallion," Blake explained.

I roll my eyes at him, but he’s a step ahead of me, walking past me, and offering his hand to Isabel. “I’m Quill. Nice to meet you. I live in the barrack next to yours.” Isabel hesitates but then shakes his hand, a small smile on her lips. “Isabel.” Susan makes a gagging sound when Quill says, brightly, “If you need any help, you can always come to me.” Kathleen laughs quietly. “Alright, Quill.” I grab him by the back of his shirt, using my vampire strength to drag him away. I have to, considering he’s quite strong and has no qualms about pushing back. “Out you go.”

They always did. I let out a soft gasp when a pair of arms slipped around my waist, then relaxed instantly the moment I recognized the familiar hold. “Welcome to Rio de Janeiro,” he whispered near my ear before kissing it. “They say the hottest people in the world live here, but I think they got it wrong, because the hottest person I know came from Queens.” I rolled my eyes, a quiet chuckle slipping out. “Peter Parker or Daredevil?” “Not that hot red,” he laughed. “Scarlet Spider, actually.”

"Apparently the ridges on the pasta matter. I bought the smooth one, and Maya made me drive back in that rain just to exchange it. I swear I looked like someone returning stolen goods.” Quincy smiled faintly without looking up, straightening the stack of files on her desk. "Did you find the right one?” "Eventually," Peter sighed as an email notification popped up on his screen. "I'd better get back before Marcus finds a reason to lecture me." He gave her a quick wave and walked back to his desk. Once Peter left, the office settled back into its usual rhythm. Quincy glanced across the floor toward the executive offices. It was hard to believe the man she'd seen pushing a shopping cart over th

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

He was not the same boy before. Now, he had become Quinn Parker, the guy who kills. The powerful gangleader of the North Side.

The atmosphere was dull and the temperature was very low, so low that it made one's whole body tremble. In the center of that big hall was a grand preceptor armchair, and in it sat a middle-aged man with a ruddy face. He appeared to be about 40 to 50 years old. He had a square jaw, thick eyebrows, a high nose, slightly white temples, and was dressed in a black suit. He was the current patriarch of the Quaid family and the person with the highest prestige in the entire family, Quentin Quaid! With the ability to command thousands of troops, he had fought countless battles to achieve his current status.

The white-robed man’s actions stirred up a commotion. “Why is the Valiant Alliance picking a fight with Forty-nine?” “He’s the son of Thorqua Jager, the Valiant Alliance’s Leader.” “I heard Thorqua has nine very talented sons.” “That’s Thorqua’s eldest son. He is pretty average and has only reached the Great Celestial Rank.”