Blood-red Commander Igris Novels & Stories

How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson. Gosh! Crimson… I hope it is Red because I am thinking I am like Red Riding Hood earlier while staring at the wolf who wanted to eat me. No! He couldn’t be a wolf. I haven’t seen a bi-eyed wolf. This man, if he could be an animal, is more like a Siberian Husky or a cat because those are the animals I usually saw with bi-colored eyes. I saw him smirking and I don’t know if it was a smirk or a grin. Did he find my name funny? Yeah, it could be.

Without doing anything special, he looked rich and imposingly. "Who am I?", the man repeated slowly, and, with a last look on the back lines, fixed his eyes on the commander. The commander sucked in a sharp breath unconsciously. This stranger had the striking red eyes of a demon, looking directly into his soul. A shiver run down his back as his whole being screamed: danger! Run!

’ Rojean looked around for a moment, not really certain how she would respond to that. Krister pulled out a picture and showed it to her, waiting for her reaction. “The resemblance is uncanny, isn’t it?” Rojean took a minute to respond, seeing herself in the picture with a familiar outfit, though noticing the background. “Where do you get that picture? Is it me? Wait, I’ve never been to this place before.” “This is Sei.” Krister said, his eyebrows meeting in the middle. “She is… well was the owner of the company.”

Damn it, Alpha Garson infected his own soldiers with parasite mutations, too! One elite commander leaps down and lands directly in front of me. His armor is drenched in black blood, his face pale with swollen veins bulging along his neck. Thick black spider veins spread across his face.

A localized, reverse waterfall of boiling steam erupted into the hurricane-torn sky. Inside the cockpits of their Vanguard mechs, the three rookies—Kael, Elias, and Maria—were utterly paralyzed. "Is... is that a ghost?" Kael stammered, his neural link broadcasting pure, unadulterated awe. "A ten-ton Vanguard mech couldn't even dent that thing. He just stopped it with his flesh." "That's no ghost, kid," Elias Vance swallowed hard, staring through the boiling steam at the figure suspended in the abyss. "That's the bloody Commander."

I knew that if I could see his eyes, I would've been drowned in their navy depths entirely. All thought cleared from my mind and once again, I had no idea what was going to happen next. Iridian was a game of chess, and each player held a different rule book. As usual, the Game Master did the last thing I expected. He let out a laugh that made heat rush to my skin, searing my cheeks and neck. It was dangerously low and playful, wrapping around my head as it washed down my shoulders and back. I caught myself swimming in the sensations, the nerves fluttering in my stomach. I bristled instantly, and shoved his hand away from my face. I no longer cared about standing up to the man. His presence w

Char hissed too, so I wasn't the only one who heard it. “You son of a bitch!” Ru exclaimed. Before, he'd been subtle, but his insult was clear as day this time around. He straightened and turned wide eyes on Ru. “What? Didn't you know that your friend wouldn't be next in line to rule the most powerful witch clan in all of Northern Europe if Vladimir Sedof didn't want her here?” “Who the fuck are you again?” “Commander Nasos. I'm a hunter.” He inclined his head and I had the notion he was tipping an imaginary hat at Ru.

Luna rose her body and fully faced her superior, she was more taller and bulkier that the commander and her bleeding knuckles just as blood dripped down—before touching the ground it instantly froze into a red crystal. “What’s your name?” the commander asked the same manner she asked Skylark earlier but Luna ignored her—she stood still while she scowled at the commander. “Fine if you can’t answer don’t mind if I force it out of you.” The commander said walking more closer to Luna releasing small red orange dots from her eyes—this was the commander's potency: when in contact with the red orange dots it tends to suck any essence of life from it contactor. Not until both sides were blocked by B

He looked like a man who had survived a thousand shipwrecks and learned to love the salt. "You have ten minutes before the Council’s sonar sweeps this sector of the trench," the man said, dropping his hood. He had a jagged scar that ran from his temple to his jaw, glowing with a faint, blue bioluminescence. "I am Commander Jago. And you are the most expensive piece of property in the world."

I called out as a thick wave of fog rolled between us, hiding his body from my view so that only his hard reddened eyes flashed in the darkness. The sarcasm in my tone was impossible to miss, and I felt the Commander’s rage flare like a cesspit of steaming hot shit. The tension straining between us was so thick that I could have reached out to grope it in the darkness. “You should not have come here, Laziel Brahm. This is where you die,” the Commander’s voice was closer when he spoke, making adrenaline burst in my veins and fly straight to my head. Every nerve in my body became synchronized as I cut down the wolves leaping at me from the shadows before they even had a chance to get close.