Admiral Wof Novels & Stories

For a moment, the world was nothing but a whirlwind of emerald razors. ​I threw my shadow shield over as many wolves as I could, but the force was immense. I felt the glass biting into my skin, the silver light of the pulse blinding me. ​Through the chaos, I saw a figure standing on the deck of the falling Leviathan. It was the High Admiral. He wasn’t screaming. He was looking directly at us through a brass telescope, a cold, satisfied smile on his face. He held up a small, glowing device—a piece of the Solar Forge we hadn’t seen.

My gaze settled on Lord Timotee, the head of the council, who sat at the head of the table with an air of superiority that made my stomach turn. To his right sat Lord Adalwolf , the chief strategist of the kingdom. I had always found him aloof and arrogant, believing himself to be the only one with a brain in the entire council. Beside him was Sir Reginald, the captain of the kingdom's army. I had never trusted him, believing him to be far too eager to go to war and shed blood.

As soon as the man appeared, the crowd either knelt or bowed in unison once again. “Greetings to the Dravon War King!” The man was none other than Wyot Dalibor, the Dravon War King who ranked sixth among the Jademora Empire’s Thirteen Warriors. Wyot raised his hand in response to their greetings, casting Zared a sideways glance. Adair hurriedly said, “Dravon War King…” Wyot waved his hand dismissively.

He must have decided to shift and search like the men he’d given orders to, because he chose that moment to reach down and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. Had Isabella been in human form, she would have had to stifle a gasp. The spine and musculature he revealed were rippled with sinew, but the scars were what stole her breath. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight, her wolf eyes allowed her to see. The commander’s body was a history of battles won and lost, wars waged on behalf of a supernatural empire. And then he turned around and Isabella’s breath caught. He wasn’t any commander. He was the commander. In an instant, she recognized exactly who he was. This cowboy wolf was none oth

Outside the police convoy stopped in front of Knight Group headquarters. The door of the lead armored truck opened. A tall officer stepped out. Wearing tactical armor. And carrying a sniper rifle. Leo zoomed the camera. The name badge became visible. Captain Adrian Wolfe. The man lifted the rifle and aimed directly at Colonel Vale. And suddenly the entire battlefield changed.

At the same moment, men on both sides saluted each other, the Imperials with the sign of the aquila and the colonials with their hands straight to the hairline. Then the man spoke: "I am Lord-Admiral Cornelius von Ravensburg. I am in command of the Battlefleet in the Gothic Sector. You have already met Admiral Julius Lahain" He said while gesturing to the man standing on his right, who nodded slightly before adding: "We've met before commander, the battle of Relay 571. I thank you again for coming to the aid of me and my men." Both men approached the threshold and shook hands. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Admiral."