Blood Red Commander Igris Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

Timmy Stormblood steps forward and unsheathes Confessor's End, "Always by your side, Red." "Tommick?" Tommick runs his hand down his hair and says, "I will gladly die for you my beautiful goddess. Let's us make a flashy entrance." With that Revnesolena (five hundred thousand perus), Timmy (two hundred thousand perus), Billy (one hundred and fifty thousand perus) and Tommick (one hundred thousand perus) took their stand against two Commanders each worth one billion perus. (Call it foolishness or call it bravery, your choice.)

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

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.

I hiss at her. I fling her away from me, refusing to move, even though I know that she’ll be up and at me in a matter of seconds. Never back down from an enemy. It’s what I learned at the side of the Red One. And so I won’t back down, even in the face of a torturess of Hell. Predictably, the second that I release Megeara, she’s up and streaking towards me with a clawed hand. “ENOUGH!”

He glanced at her with concern and then picked her up to carry her bridal style. “I apologize, I took a little more than I intended to.” He said apologetically. “Are you alright?” She asked worriedly. “I will be once I’ve hunted. But first I want to make sure you’ve eaten and drank something to help you replace the blood I took and what you’ve lost with your head wound.” “I will take her to her room.” The commander stepped forward with an angry scowl. “I remember the way to my infernal prison, fear not, Commander.” She retorted angrily.

Walking up to the school the vibe of the entire building felt different, everyone seemed on edge and I was confused why that would be the case then I saw him sitting the entrance of the school. Luccus Mei was sitting in the entrance dressed in all black and a look that would make most wolves submit. I felt Clarissa tighten her grip on me and Scarlet. “Keep moving, do not respond no matter what he says Rouge.” She eyes had taken a darker shade as she looked at Luccus. I didn’t know why she was saying that but something about him made me want to run so I wasn’t going to ignore her suggestion. She pulled us after her towards the entrance with an aura of energy I knew to be due her being a beta,

She had been corrupted by evil, and now she could control the very oceans themselves, creating tsunamis and whirlpools at will. Julius, the Third Commander, was an ex-Alpha from the Wolfsbane Clan. He could summon lightning bolts that could split the sky and incinerate anything in their path. Dray, the Fourth Commander, was a shadow hunter from the Shadow Hunter Clan. He could manipulate the shadows to his will, appearing and disappearing without a trace and creating illusions that could deceive even the most perceptive minds.

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.

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.