Sullivan Uncharted Novels & Stories

I reached for the remote and switched on the television. The evening news appeared immediately. A serious-looking anchor filled the screen. I barely paid attention at first. Until the image behind her changed. My glass slipped from my fingers. Shattered against the marble floor. Red wine splashed everywhere. Because staring back at me from the television screen was a familiar face. Hart Sullivan. Large. Impossible to miss. The anchor’s voice echoed through the room. “Authorities have launched a nationwide search for former Navy SEAL Hart Sullivan in connection with multiple ongoing investigations.”

He fell asleep quickly finally trying to sort out the meaning behind his dream and watching the door for Claire to return. The bittersweet smell of blueberry pancakes filled the air. Lilliana struggled to fall back to sleep knowing the smell only meant one thing. Her mother was about to drop some pretty tough news. Lillian was only 17, almost 18, years old but knew her mother's tactics well. Lilliana had always been exceptionally smart for her age, she rarely showed her intelligence as she learned at a younger age it brought too much attention. They moved often to 'stay under the radar' but due to the all too often changes in schools, and jobs they were considered outcasts. Thankfully she wa

“We were just talking about you. I was about to ask Michael why he’d been hiding such a cool sister from me!” “Sister?” Michael’s voice was flat, incredulous. He was leaning against a couch , his travelling bag still beside him. His eyes, when they met mine, were chips of obsidian. “I don’t have a sister.” Frank laughed, clueless. “Well, she lives here! And I know your fiancée isn’t her, so… what is she then? A cousin?”

Sullivan's expertise provided the missing links, revealing hidden meanings and shedding light on the secret society's true agenda. As we delved deeper into our research, we found ourselves embarking on an expedition of epic proportions. Dr. Sullivan led us to remote locations, where ancient ruins held the key to unlocking the secrets of the secret society. We traversed treacherous terrains, scaling crumbling walls, and venturing into hidden chambers. With each step, we uncovered more evidence of the secret society's nefarious plans. We unearthed scrolls that spoke of their insidious rituals, recovered relics that held dark energy, and deciphered ancient texts that revealed their connection t

"Now guys, I assembled this team to handle this because I know you can. I know of the fire in your eyes, the hatred in your hearts, for these creatures who stole your home from you, stole your peaceful lives and tried to ruin you. I know you want to exact vengeance on these puny creatures and I know that the hatred in your hearts won't be dissolved if you don't hit back, hard. I'll hand each one of you different weapons to suit your skills, eg A dagger for close combat. An arrow for long ranged attacks, and swords of course. Now, I want you to remember the faces of your loved ones, imprint their faces when possessed by these things, and fight. Fight like your lives depend on it. Fight like y

“But it wasn’t really about the ex-stuff. He has been looking for someone.” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Someone?” Nathan nodded. “Yeah. Some old friend who saved his life years ago. Said the guy just vanished afterward, and only then did he realize he had fallen in love with him. He couldn’t forget him. If you ask me, I will say he is obsessed with him.” Lucas leaned in, intrigued now. “What kind of guy is this mystery savior?” Nathan’s eyes narrowed, almost sad. “He described him once… slim build, curly brown hair, deep blue eyes.” Nathan paused—then turned sharply, eyes locking onto Lucas. “Kind of like… you.”

Instead, he hesitated for a moment before he said cautiously, “Sir, there’s one thing.” “What is it?” Zayn raised his head. Sean said, “Nathan Sullivan from Tenfy Co. wishes to extend his invitation to you. He would like to invite you to a meal and a game of golf.” Nathan Sullivan? Zayn’s expression turned fascinated at once. Noticing that Zayn did not speak, Sean assumed that Zayn was not acquainted with Nathan, so he hastily said, “Sir, Nathan Sullivan is a business elite who just returned from furthering his studies abroad. It will be rather beneficial to be acquainted with him…”

Xyla said. “Alright. I’ll make it for you,” Stanley said. After that, Stanley got out of bed and went to get cleaned up. Meanwhile, Xyla didn’t feel like getting up yet. So she decided to laze on the bed for a while longer. After picking up her phone, Xyla unlocked it. Various news articles appeared on her phone screen through the news applications… The same person’s name appeared on each of the news articles—Tom Sullivan. “The Sullivan Group’s heir, Tom Sullivan, has died…”

"What if I know what it is that you seek to ask? You want to ask what I know about the PRISON OF STONES, THE TREASURE AQUA and the Truce with the Dogmarians and Shalonians that ended in war. That, is not a question Helion, but loads of it. But I will tell you what you are yet to know, because you already read Archibald's documentary. The chain that casts it's shadow at the door behind the Alpha's camp is with Karl Sullivan.