Blood-red Commander Igris Novels & Stories

he ordered. Brand saw red. His wolf snarled low in his throat. The Hirðstjóri's eyes widened in surprise at the feral sound, taking a step backwards and drawing his blade. Brand threw an elbow fiercely into Sigurd's middle and an 'oomph' escaped the giant man's lips. His hand dropped from Brand's arm reflexively and Brand lunged toward the captain, heedless of the steel in his hand. He tackled the man, taking him down to the muddy ground, before he could gather his wits enough to use the sword in his hand.

he pointed out but his words only inflamed him knowing this commander could have helped Ace sooner but he watched him agonize and was now on the verge of perishing. A pair of furious grey orbs met the opaque orbs of the commander as he held Ace tighter, not wanting to let go. Who knew what this so-called commander would do to him. "I won't let you take him!" Again, the commander snarled, his eyes flashing a dark shade of purple that had Riyan gasping inwardly, wondering what type of breed was this commander and every other wolf in this pack. "He's mine, let him go, Beta!" his thick tone came out cautioning.

"Secure the beast! Watch the jaw line, don't let it snap!" "I'm not snapping!" I choked out, my mouth filling with the taste of dirt and pine needles as they yanked me roughly to my feet. I forced myself to look at the man walking down the gravel slope—a stern, grey-haired commander wearing a tactical beret and a chest full of combat ribbons. "Let me speak to your commander! I'm no threat! Look at me—I have no weapons!" The commander stopped three paces from me, his hands resting on his belt. He looked down his nose at me, mocking scoff escaping his lips.

Then he came. Alpha Boris stepped forward, towering in dark leathers that hugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t need to speak to command attention. His presence did that on its own. Cold grey eyes swept over us like a blade, calm but lethal. His dark hair, streaked faintly with silver, was pulled back from a scar that ran along his temple. No one knew how he got it, and no one dared ask. Beside him stood Beta Magnus. Younger, leaner, always with his jaw tight like he was biting back words. And then Luna Nora, regal and still, with that unreadable expression she wore like a mask. Even her beauty was sharp. Untouchable.

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

it is almost impossible but not actually impossible when you can play the game very well. Vanguard Red corps (VRC) are the most dangerous and stubborn of them all which can only be controlled by just one person and that is their commander. Whenever they are up for a war the only person that can stop or control them is the commander, even though the commander requested a wipeout of the entire city, not even the governor or other higher I* can stop them and whatever they are to do must be an order from the commander. However, that is a question Brandon must answer, and explain how he gets to be leading the red corps because it is not possible for someone to suddenly become a commander of the r

“It has been centuries since a dragon have ascended upon us, this is truly an honor.” “Hm? A red emperor, and an ignasius too?” Ombra said, sounding bored. “Would you be interested in that, young Dragon Blood?” he asked Johan. “Huh?” Johan sounded cornered, “Why me?!” Beside him, Dagon ruffled his wings and spat a ball of flame. “Ignite!” he shouted. “Hey stop that!” Johan scolded him as part of the front seat was charred, terrifying the driver.

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

But she heard his reply loud and clear. “Life’s a bitch, ain’t it, Your Highness?” It was really him. The Third Special Unit Commander was a traitor. Oh, things were just getting better and better. But it made sense, Freya thought bitterly. No wonder no one could lay a hand on him. Commander Garrett is one of the AG’s best fighters. Not to mention his Gift to manipulate gravity… He nearly killed Prince Colin with it. Jester might lose this fight if he’s not careful.