Blood-red Commander Igris Novels & Stories

When he finally came, he held my head down and filled my mouth with his hot load. "Swallow," he ordered. I did, every drop. Andre pulled me up and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue. "Breakfast first. Then we go to the office. You will sit outside my door all day and wait for my commands. When I call for you, you come immediately. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." The morning passed in a blur of tension. At the office I sat at a desk right outside his door, taking notes when he needed me and fetching whatever he demanded. Every time he called my name my pussy throbbed with anticipation.

“Well, I can’t catch a scent off of her and her birthmark is definitely a tell. She’s a blood red wolf.” “My thought as well. She will serve me one way or another. Preferably of her own free will, it’ll make things easier but I have no issues making her a slave to keep her here.” She is actually quite pretty for a little pup. She has chocolate brown hair with a hint of red in it. Her gorgeous hazel, green eyes stand out against her olive toned skin. Given that she beat our strongest warrior's daughter, I can tell she will be a fierce warrior. I’ll have to break her.

The person they called Pyro was wearing a red crystal-like armor with the carvings of dragon scales. It suits him well since Pyro has red spiky hair, deep-set eyes, and slightly muscular build. And stood in the height of 5"9. Read novel fast updates at novelb(i)n.NET At their arrival, the commander stuttered towards them. "You are the reinforcement sent from Seeker Association?" The commander asked Pyro. Even though he already knows the answer, he needed to ask anyway. "Yes, we are from the Seekers, of the Red Dragon Party." Pyro casually replied.

Taking a closer look it was only then that he saw that it was indeed a female, now covered in blood that spilled out of the bucket that she was carrying. “My lord!” lord Aizenberg yelp as they reached him. The men quickly surrounded the figure in front of the prince, removing the hood that was covering its face. “It’s a woman,” commander Tycus frowned seeing the person that was lying unconscious on the ground. “Was she using that blood to summon those creatures,” Lord Aizenberg asks seeing the liquid that was scattered all over the ground. “This is pigs blood,” commander Tycus pointed out after smelling the said red thing.

The Crimson King, Enrique Ignacio Escarra and me, the Asheton Queen, Kataleya Tamia Rossi of the Fuego de Ceniza pack are in charge of the islands and South America. Alpha Azlaan Mustafa of the Shuja Pack is the appointed Commander of Africa. Prince Mikhail Petrov of the Petrov Royal Family of Russia, the vampire Crown Prince, was appointed the Commander of Asia. Alpha Noah Williams of the Redback Spider Pack was appointed Commander of Australia. Alpha King Leo Herrmann Rossi and his Queen, the Heart of Fire, Azura Rayne Rossi of the Sangue Pack will take charge of the United Kingdom and Europe. Alpha Noah and Alpha Azlaan’s partners, by default, became their second in command. Only Prince M

My lip bleeds beneath my teeth as I force myself to sit back. With no strength left to fight his overwhelming presence, I let my hand drop. He leans across my lap, clicking the harness into place while taking extreme care not to graze the shredded meat of my left upper arm. He moves like I am a fragile sacred relic, not a rogue-marked warrior. My heart hammers wildly against my ribs. Is this real? Or is this just some twisted illusion before the silver venom takes my mind? Idris offers one last burning look before slamming the armored door shut and rounding to the commander's seat.

The man was walking closer towards him while a handful of whip-like structures came floating out of his hands. Langrion knew that wild red hair and that figure like the back of his own hands. He had practically been raised by that man in the battlefield. How could he not know the former commander-in-chief of the Imperial army, and the man who calls him friend? He could not say the same for the other person though. Commander Rus charged at him like a mad man. His eyes bore no recognition of who he was. His eyes spoke only of pure hatred and of destruction. He could still remember Commander Rus’ oath that he would rather die than succumb to the Ancient Evil’s power. How the hell did the Ancien

I could see the silhouette of a man standing before me. "Status report, Commander Greene," I demanded, marching forward until I stood directly beneath the monitor. Silence. "Report, Commander!" I barked, fixing my glare at a nearby technician. "Can you stabilize our connection?" "Cleaning it up now, sir," the technician responded. The image slowly reassembled itself, features drawing themselves out of a distorted haze. Grey hair, dark skin and a strong complexion tucked beneath body armour. Commander Icarus Greene, one of Project Terminus' five-man skeleton crew, stood before me.

“Captain on deck!” The man that enters is an all too familiar sight for every soldier in the room, his shoulder plates had distinct red stripes unlike the dull steel ones we had, while his chest plate had the image of the Caesar’s Crystal Leaf crown smelted the left breast of his armor, and finally clutched under his arms was his helmet, the Centurion’s Red Crest was attached to it while two distinct red arrows were painted in the side. A 5th generation soldier and one of the toughest veterans in the Bright Tigers, it was Captain Centurion Brachuss Gilderscrowns. His presence immediately calls everyone to stand in respect. “At ease men, we don’t have much time so let’s get straight to the pl

"You shouldn't be out here in the cold open night. Something unspeakable has happened in our home and now this world is exposed to new threats it has never seen before." "I am Commander Samuel, general overseer of the affairs of the Blood Bank Number 20,896.B." His head still bowed. "At ease. We need a portal to get us back home. It's a matter of great urgency. We need to make use of your coven's portal." I said getting up as I spoke confidently. The commander has a black robe on. As black as coal. On his hands are scarlet gloves. The robe prevents me from seeing what he has on the inside. On his feet are foot wears that seemed to glow in a low light. They are probably enchanted.