Spartan Palmer Novels & Stories

“Been keeping them for North Point. Palpatine will be a tough nut to crack.” “I know,” Jaric replied, chuckling after hearing my nickname for Severino Palparan, the combat ace of North Point. “Word around the campfire is that aside from being as big as me, he’s also trained enough that he’s become as fast as you are. I hope you have more of those tricks stashed away, because those won’t be enough to stop him – and he might already have video of you on social media.” “Won’t matter,” I answered grimly, still remembering what happened during the spar. “That’s just the beginning.”

“Hey, it’s me. It’s okay. You are safe now.’ Natalie’s eyes widened with recognition. She threw her arms around his neck. “Palmer?” He pushed back the goggles from his face. “Yes.” Tension in his muscles released slightly because she seemed fine. Pulling her into his arms, he stood up, grunting from discomfort from his combat injury in his left knee. The injury that ended his SEAL career. A shrapnel bomb shredding his knee joint, he was lucky that he didn’t lose a leg. Holding her bridal style, he scurried out of the room past the bodies of dead kidnappers sprawling on the floor. She relaxed in his arms, resting her head on his tactical vest. Palmer paused by the door that led to the school

Now, the clock was her only enemy. By 3:45 AM, she was in the sub-basement. The air smelled of stale oil and damp concrete. The security camera overhead flickered—a maintenance glitch she’d spent months prepping. It wouldn't stay dark for long. Maybe ten minutes if she was lucky. She reached her sedan, but a shadow stepped out from behind a utility van. Jasper Santiago. He had a suppressed SMG leveled at her chest. "Early exit, Palmer? Victor didn't say anything about a scouting mission."

" Iris please.. stop him before he did something.. " " I will go! " Iris suddenly announced as she stood up from her seat. Marco and Maximo turn to her at once. " I will go to konstantin's lair. You both should stop this madness please " Slowly Marco lowered his gun and returned it into his hip pocket then Maximo did the same with a glare. He walk to the table where the ladies had quickly move away from and he return the gun just under the dining table where it won't be seen at all.

The maintenance teams were still fixing glitches on the newly constructed building. She approached the balcony doors she tended to leave open and stepped outside to enjoy a nice breeze to help cool her overheated body. She sipped the cold water from the small plastic bottle she’d grabbed from the mini-fridge when she’d entered her apartment. She leaned against the railing to stare down at Homeland from her perch on the third floor. She’d just finished her nightly workout. The breeze felt heavenly on her skin. Her attention strayed to the security walls approximately fifty yards ahead.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Mar looked at her two companions who stood in attention while the cadet went inside the barn. “You seem pretty used to this?” she asked Dorin, but the officer arrived before the other could answer. "Your rifle, sir." 2nd Lieutenant Monroe handed a long silver rifle to the drill Sergeant. There were intricate runes carved on the black wooden barrel, trailing to the tip of its metal muzzle. "First lieutenant Gunnar, have you any experience in using elemental firearms?" he asked Mar. "No sir," replied the lieutenant, "I am a Sword Master, Rapier Class, from the non-magic corps."

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

And everyone knew? By the goddess, what the hell was going on in this Pack? “—anyway,” Palmer continued, oblivious to the fact that I had zoned out. “It’s pretty clear why he hates you, and while you could take him out easily from what I’ve heard… I’d just stay out of his way if I were you. He’s an unhinged son of a bitch, so you never know.” I nodded, muttering my thanks as I looked over her shoulder, expecting to see Jasper still watching me.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?