The Musketeers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

To only open her arms wide for both her best friends. Ethan and Vivian look at each other, tears of happiness in their eyes as they rush towards her. Hugging her from either side, to finally feel like those old times . When they were young smiling walking through the corridors again, with no sadness and worry of what the future will bring their way. They were truly the three musketeers, who fought through their life battles. To finally stand together to be victorious today. .... It was a happy ending indeed with few characters still missing from the scene. But who said the curtain has to drop here.

"Hah!" Mickus snorted. "This is just a perfectly normal deal. Also, you're only the chief of the Martial Alliance because you used your body to pleasure many bigwigs, no? Why else would someone like you get to be the chief of the Martial Alliance?" While Mickus' mockery left Silverbell bristling, Frank remained impassive as he held up three fingers and counted. "Three." "What, are you for real?" Mickus was actually surprised that Frank was counting down but soon snorted in contempt. "I pity you, having a whore as a fiancee. Who knows how many men she's had to spread her legs for—"

It was Marcus's best friend Devon who first suggested that the three of them move in. They'd been Marcus's core group since college, Devon Carter, Liam Hayes, and Ethan Rodriguez. The Four Musketeers, they'd called themselves back then, inseparable through four years of classes, parties, and the general chaos of young adulthood. But their bond went deeper than just shared memories of keg stands and all-nighters. Each of them owed Marcus their life in a very literal sense.

The pillow beneath my cheek was soaked. Just then, the door opened. I jumped up. “Leo?” Disappointment crashed over me—it wasn’t him. It was Musa. “What the hell are you doing here?” I sobbed loudly, not trying to hide my tears at all. Musa studied me, then sighed. “You probably should go get your man. He’s been drinking, smoking… he’s tipsy. And a fan girl got him talking—she seems sneaky and all that. He might give her a chance and—”

He bowed before leaving, and then he left before pausing at the door. “It slipped my mind, master, but the musketeers requested to see you.” He informed. “Where are they now?” “In the garden.” “By this time.” “It isn't quite dark milord.” After he left, I had a change of clothes and walked to the garden. The musketeers were there, having a mini picnic. “You wanted to see me.” I said as I got to where they were. “You’ve been scarce these days.” Ivana said. “And you look like you’ve lost a little weight. Come sit and have something to eat.”

“I’ve been waiting for an excuse.” ‎ ‎Kane stood, brushing his coat back with the movement, and turned toward the door. “Let them scream. Let them beg. But make sure they know—who owns their pleasure, and who commands their pain.” ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎ ‎Kane entered the room like a whisper before a thunderclap—silent, deadly, thick with menace. ‎There they were—the three musketeers. Mason and Lyra and Castelle, who was on display—his masterpiece of chaos and devotion.

“Are you okay? Forget what happened with her family and pack, you nearly married the woman and even if the world did not know, the three of us know you liked the woman. Are you okay seeing her with someone else? I mean, you have not mated Roseline despite being with her all these years because deep down you still hoped you will find her, is that not right?” I did not deny it, because though I did not say it, I knew I could not hide this from Logan and Kai. They could see right past my shit, they understand me as my old friends without me even having to say it—even before Caleb and I became friends, they were my friends and in the previous years we were even considered the Three Musketeers wh

I asked her. “Do you want to serve to him?” Melissa whispered bitterly. “No…” I said sadly. “So you have to dance with him…” She whispered. “So…?” Dylan asked. I looked at him and then looked straight at the back from where Aiden was peeking. I gulped and then looked at the left from where the other two musketeers were peeking. “Mel…” I turned to her anxiously and whispered. “They are going to do something. I don’t want to…”

Sighing in resignation, I understood there was nothing else I could do, so after throwing a hate-filled glance at the guards of the club's private area, I walked away with my arms crossed, feeling so frustrated that I almost wanted to scream. I couldn't understand how I had failed to get what I wanted so badly, so resigned after my last failed opportunity, I decided to go to the bar to order the drinks and then leave. Tonight had been a disappointment. Struggling to squeeze through the crowd gathered around the bar looking for a drink, I was about to place my order when a masculine voice sounded behind me. "A glass of whiskey, neat." Once again, I felt that sensation throughout my body, a co

They say in unison and scribble on notepads. “Musu, why don’t we start with your research to give everyone a primer?” I nod as she opens her laptop. “Arrow, if there are any details that Musu may have missed or has gotten wrong, please let us know. She’s only able to go by the resources available to us.” When I try to sit, Saint pulls me onto his lap instead. “I’ll behave.” He whispers. “I just want you close.” Musu summarizes everything she has learned about the Goddess of Love, earning nods of approval from Arrow and Sy. He occasionally stops and corrects minor details or adds additional information, but mostly listens carefully with a satisfied expression.