Blood-red Commander Igris Novels & Stories

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

"Don't worry, Commander. He is terrified because you are almost certain to die. He is allergic to blood and, more specifically, corpses. As you can see..." At the same time, the 11th son was astonished and outraged. "How dare you take on a senior officer? Your goals must have driven you insane. For you, a mere C-rank, to dare wield your blade in front of me... soldiers, give this cretin teaching and make a spectacle of him for others who dare to dream of rebellion." "Stein, you can close your eyes since you are allergic to blood." "Certainly, Baron Riel Alheim." As Stein smiled hysterically at the enemies, a twisted visage replaced the horrified face.

He offered the Lord Commander a courteous bow, a grace in the action. “Lord Commander," he greeted.Oddor turned to him but did not bow. "Commander Ilnel," he greeted. "Nice to have you here.Behind Ilnel stood eight men well uniformed, and in perfect order. Sethlzaar noted the minute traces of bags under their eyes that spoke of nightly indulgences, no matter how small. He spotted Alphex easily and there was a brief moment of understanding. A realization that last night hadn't had to end the way it did.

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

the commander told her bored, before returning with her eyes on the other witches. The woman looked up full of hatred at the commander, tears continuing to run down her cheeks. The girl turned her head towards her, feeling the woman's hateful gaze. Doreon saw the glacial expression of the girl crouching in front of her, her elbows resting on her knees and her sword clutched in one hand. The commander bent her head to the side looking the witch straight in the face. The eyes of the commander were completely black and pulsed along with the veins of the face, while the red irises gave off flames.

It smelled of ozone, ancient dust, and the lingering, metallic scent of dried blood. "Report," Barzil rumbled. The Commander sat on a block of fallen masonry. His armor was gone, replaced by a simple grey tunic that showed the heavy bandaging around his ribs. He sat with absolute stillness, but I could hear the slow, heavy thud of his heart. It was a grounding rhythm in the silence. I tapped the console of the holographic projector. The screen was cracked, held together by adhesive tape and determination. The image flickered—a burst of blue static that made my pupils constrict—before stabilizing into a rotating wireframe of the City and the surrounding Wastes.

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.

The man snorted and raised a hand, then three men behind them, armed with swords that appeared to be rusty, stepped forward, their eyes glaring nervously at Chase, I understood that, even though they were outnumbered, the commander alone exuded constant danger, his aura was now one of death, The men didn't have a chance, in seconds their heads covered in blood fell at the feet of their master, the man with the ruined face didn't show any emotion as he faced the heads, he simply made another sign for other men to take his place, I bowed and vomited on the floor. The commander brandished his sword at the men who attacked him and cut off their limbs in the process, cries of rage were mixed with

Mary goes on persuading him but Lincon is not ready for it. “That is a suicide move, I say we keep on going” he starts the vehicle again and goes on driving. Geri tries gaining his strength and tries to stand up, he tries to hit the commander again and gets him but he is not shaken. “I am your worst nightmare Geri, his skin is now pale and his fangs are viscible. He kicks Geri and he goes falling down the cliff. The commander was a vampire.