Novel & Cerita Blood-red Commander Igris

“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.”

The hate burning in his hooded eyes was as intense as the burning buildings that wasted away around them. “You are just another stubborn teenager, and I am going to separate your head and tongue from your body.” “You are killing me with your words already,” Gen chuckled. The captain’s frown deepened as he drew his long sword. He walked towards Gen, but paused when he noticed the girl’s red glowing eyes. “Oh, I see. You are a vampire. This night is getting more interesting,” The Commander said. He was smiling now, but Gen followed his hand carefully as he drew out a small bottle that was on his belt. It was difficult to tell want was in the bottle, but Gen didn’t seem to care. Her fangs had e

He reaches for Citra too, but Fenrir’s too fast. His jaws are as wide as a damn car hood. When he bites down on Gregory, he gets half of Citra too. Blood explodes. Citra screams. Gregory’s eyes go wide as blood bubbles from his mouth. Jamal, Bella, and Michael’s screams rip across the battlefield—and then everything descends into chaos. Wind whips through Bella’s hair, lifting her into the air until she’s eye-level with Fenrir. Her eyes blaze white. Black flames coil around her hands. She throws her arms wide—and sends those flames slamming into Jamal and Michael.

The commander dismounted, he removed his helmet, revealing a stern man perhaps in his early forties with streaks of silver through his dark hair. His sharp eyes swept over the three of us. “You fought well.” None of us answered immediately. He looked at our camp and then back at us. “You aren’t from this territory.” It wasn’t a question. Caelum stepped forward cautiously. “No.” The commander nodded once.n“I thought as much.” He glanced toward the forest where the wolves had disappeared “You’re fortunate.” Aria frowned.“Fortunate?” He looked back at us, his expression unreadable. “Those weren’t ordinary wild wolves.”

The woman beside him pieced everything together easily and he was still trying to wrap his mind around it.. Igris blinked his eyes, his body turned translucent red mimicking the ocean but still holding his skin colour. His hair danced behind him and a smile played on his lips, opening his mouth he said relieved, “I finally feel better.” Igris’s body was surrounded by a blue hue, his Sun Dragon energy wasn’t present yet but it was there, hidden under the layer of his skin.

I tried to shrink against the metal table, seeking an impossible distance from the restraints holding me, while my eyes fixed on the entrance. Two armed men crossed the doorway with tactical, precise movements. One of them immediately stepped back to cover the corridor, leaving behind an imposing figure that seemed to fill the entire room. He was massive, tall, wearing a foreign military uniform I had never seen up close, holding a rifle with the familiarity of someone who had made war his home.

His voice was as icy as his stare, "Were it not for the commander's direct orders, your head would already be rolling on the ground. Your audacity knows no bounds!" Cirold, gripping the bleeding stump where his arm had been, collapsed to the ground in agony. His face twisted in a scream, "Ahh! How dare you sever my arm? Do you have any idea who I am? I'm the third in command of the Carson family. So what if you're the Commander-in-chief of Pendragon? The Carson family is no small-time clan.

It seems like no matter how big or dangerous the beast the champions are used to fighting them. When yet another red Mangog enters the arena and the announcer says its Commander Burk's turn Krystal pulls away from my arm.

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

I have lots of healers on my staff; one of them has to be trustworthy. The moment I step off the boat, Isla’s arm wrapped around my own, I see one of my commanders coming toward me. “Commander Vember,” I say, wondering why he has such a serious expression on his face. “What’s the matter? Why are you at the port in the middle of the night?”