Blood-red Commander Igris Novels & Stories

The redhead cautioned him with a furrowed brow. Vahan gave a ghost of a smile. "I am not the one you should be worried for..." ------------------ On the other side of the battle, Commander Kag cursed as he saw the little red and green beings be captured and eventually disappear. They were a great distraction and helped his less capable soldiers gain the upper hand. However, it was no concern to him. The sheer number of his soldiers guaranteed his victory. With his expert command, they could not lose. "Make them bleed!" he screamed over the noise. "No mercy!"

Silver light surged across the steel. The blade shattered. The battlefield went dead silent. Even the Ravagers stared. Kairos stepped closer to the commander slowly. Terrifyingly calm. “You followed a man who chained fear to power,” he said. The Thread carried his voice across the courtyard. Every wolf heard it. Every Ravager too. “And look where it brought you.” The commander snarled and lunged again. Kairos moved once. A single strike. The commander hit the ground unconscious before anyone fully processed what happened.

Finally, I broke the silence, leaning forward with a faint smirk. “You know, Riley,” I said, my tone smooth, deliberate. “There’s something you need to understand about me—something most people figure out the hard way.” Riley’s gaze snapped to me, his anger barely contained. “What are you talking about?” I clasped my hands together and rested them on the desk, my eyes never leaving his. “Nobody crosses me and wins. Nobody. Because I’m not just a player in the game—I own the game. I am the game master.”

He barked. “My permission is the only one you need now.” I mocked. “Start moving!” I barked back. He started walking without arguing back. So fast I could barely keep up. “Wait! Wait up.” I yelled. “Wait for me!” He slowed down, giving me a chance to catch up to him. He was right at the entrance of the forest which wasn’t far from our cottage. “Don’t ever, ever, command me like that again.” He said. His black-red eyes are more red than black now.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

I demanded, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my sovereign authority as I forced myself to stand, my knees trembling but locking in place. The commander raised a gloved hand, slowly unlocking the clasps of his silver visor. As he pulled the metal away, my heart stopped. He didn't have the golden eyes of our pack, or the pale blue eyes of the northern outcasts. His eyes were entirely pitch-black, the sclera and pupils fused into a solid, liquid void—the exact same terrifying, bottomless black that Killian’s eyes became when his feral wolf took complete control.

Ironclaw warriors closest to him faltered mid-step, eyes snapping toward him in confusion and fear. The air seemed to thicken, pressing down on them like an invisible weight. One dropped to a knee with a strangled cry. Another staggered, hands clawing at his chest as if he couldn’t breathe. “What—” someone whispered. Eyrix didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “Enough.” The word rippled outward Ironclaw froze. Ryder turned, blade dripping, eyes locking onto Eyrix. For a heartbeat, the world held still. Then Ironclaw’s commander stepped forward from the shadows, tall and armored in blackened steel etched with the sigil of Eyrix’s bloodline.

He had a certain domineering aura around him and the way he clutched the walking stick in his hand with so much poise and assertiveness awarded him some extra points of the respect he commanded without effort. The greying haired man that looked almost in his mid fifties, belonging to the elite class and priding the title of the Commander of the ICS, Greg Benard. A no nonsense man capable of bringing even the most confident of men, cowering to their knees. Always with a permanent scowl etched on his features, his lips hard set and in a thin line, Commander Benard was someone to be feared.

“Henry, do you have a death wish recently? Haven’t I told you not to disturb me during my vacation? Don’t Jack have any other officer for important cases?” Jack frown who was listening to his nonsense with Henry at the other end of the call because Henry’s phone was on speaker mode. “Boss, listen to me….” Henry wanted to stop him from cursing Jack, but Jack beckons him to not let him know he is listening to his call. “Tell me to fast whatever you have to say.” Alex chided. “I am afraid boss you have shrunk your vacation and joined now. There is third murder by Red Rose and case already transferred to a special team.”