Quill Mandalorian Novels & Stories

He throws his head back and lets out a powerful, warning howl that shakes even the largest and smallest creatures in the forest. Meanwhile, Uriel abruptly rises from his chair, where he had been speaking with Doctor Moreira, the moment he hears Kaelan’s growl. His entire body begins to take on a bright, whitish glow. His eyes move rapidly, searching his mind for Kaelan’s exact location. His hands form into an unusual shape, and after a brief moment of disorientation, he snaps back to awareness and rushes toward the door. “What’s going on?” the doctor asks, visibly confused.

The gold spread below the orb and shaping into a pen. “A quill pen?” Jai tilted his head. ‘I don’t remember the thing Yaju held was that big.’ “It’s the Flaming Quill. Its size follows the space it’s kept, and it’s a curse for those who wish it for selfish reasons, directly or not,” she said, as if she could read his mind. Jai looked back at her, slight surprise could be seen on his face. “Did you just read my mind?” he reflexively asked.

Rendall asked while staring at the map I drew. “Don’t worry cousin, the great blacksmith is done preparing our weapons.” I winked. “Okay, I’ll just prepare the medicines and poisons I can put in our weapons.” Quinn bid her goodbye as she need to go home for her medicinal herbs. “You can stop waving Rendall,” he suddenly became embarrassed and started to eat his meal. I smiled at the thought of Quinn and Rendall being a couple. I’ll plan a date for them once this mission ends.

His silvered eyes, both stern and weary, fixed upon the tall figure of Alpha Qillalon standing before him. Alpha Qillalon, clad in dark leather clothing trimmed with silver, exuded both strength and agitation. His cold emerald eyes pierced through the dimness, unyielding in their conviction. The Alpha bowed his head briefly, a gesture of respect that couldn’t quite mask his urgency. “Elder Mauritius,” Alpha Qillalon began, his voice firm yet measured, “I came here to ask for your permission to leave the manor—”

"Doesn't Mr. Quinn know that Mr. Page is currently here on a false identity? Won't he actually expose Mr. Page's identity after causing such a commotion?" "He's not that dumb. He must have sneaked in to look for Mr. Page. I don't know what happened, but the guards outside didn't try to stop him from coming in. And well, he's still furious after coming all the way here." Rodney replied, "Wasn't Mr. Quinn already sent back home to Maltford? Why is he here?" Sam explained, "It's not difficult for him to sneak back into Mandoria. He's rich after all, and money makes the world go round."

Who dared touch me they must have some sort of death wish. Just then, I see a short man. He is dressed in buckskin like my mate. I relax, thinking they are related. Just then, the short man speaks. "I am Quill. I see you have already met my sister. "So, I was right; he is related to her. But I need to understand why he is interrupting us. "Cade, now what do you want. I am trying to talk to my mate."

And it didn't matter who it was, he had allies that would back him up. Quill is already speaking to my father urgently, and at this point I wonder if they're going to reach out to the King of the west; the king of Ovylian, of New Puerto, and more. Mason seems to be enjoying the panic he's caused, and I remember Queen Calandra's words. I reach to grab a silver shard that's as long as my arm, the edges sharpened, and I swipe at Mason with it. It scratches him in the chest, and he lets out a cry.

"That's true. Quill is a wonderful warrior and a true gentleman. He always knows how to make people feel comfortable, and his personality shines through no matter what the situation." Mia smiled, "I know, right? He has such a positive energy about him, and it's impossible not to like him." "Quill is a great role model for all of us in the clan, both as a warrior and as a person. We're lucky to have him on our side." I said as I took a biscuit from the snack tray on the table. Quill liked to act like the boss at times, giving orders to the rest of our peers and expecting us to follow his lead.

She could barely move anymore as she crawled, but not fast enough, as she felt that heavy presence above her as she doubled over, looking to meet an inhuman gaze. His emerald eye turned a scaly grey as claws and webbed hands and feet grew wicked claws that immediately latched onto Myra’s shoulders. She grits her teeth, trying as much as possible to fight away from the colossal claws that stuck out of its teeth. “Oh? You’re a smart one. I am what they call the Quilla. I have powers of illusion that make you see what you yearn for the most to drag you into my abyss, and I was almost successful,” the creature mewled darkly.

“We can barely afford to feed ourselves. How are we supposed to raise a pup? I told you that I hate burdens. I will never waste my bloodline on a mediocre she-wolf like you.” Later, during a winter patrol, we both fell into a trap coated with wolfsbane venom. The poison burned through our organs. As blood poured from our eyes, ears, nose, and mouth in our final moments, I remember thinking it might actually be a release. Now that we had both been reborn, the very first thing I did was sever every bond connecting me to him. I glanced at the pouch of moonstones on the table and didn’t even touch it. Instead, I tossed the fruit pit in my hand back onto the plate.