Blood Red Commander Igris Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

After listening, Severin shook his head with disappointment. "I thought you will listen if I speak nicely to you and you're going to ask your daughter to apologize to me. I guess I have to use violence to show you you're not the strongest or you can't possibly do everything you want just because you're the Commander." The bald-headed level nine warrior king stepped forward and sneered. "Commander, I think he's just bluffing and trying to scare us. Let me test what he's capable of."

The commander raised his hand in greeting looking up from his small height he swallowed uncomfortably. "You both are gigantic. This is my second in command, Javish and third, Calrim," he said politely. Jordein and I shook all three of the webbed hands and told them to follow after us. I was chuckling internally at our pets sniffing the newcomers. It was apparent that the blue aliens were frightened by our pets.

“I don’t see why we need the commander anyway. Why can’t we take one of their other warriors and be done with it?” “Lucas said it has to be him. You heard what happened with the other shifters, the bobcat and the cougar. Too weak. The wolves have been the best result, and the purer the blood, the better. If we capture the commander, then Lucas can synthesize his blood and we’ll be able to control those mongrels once and for all.” The second voice grumbled. “They smell awful. Do you think it will taste okay? Werewolf blood instead of human?”

She was spent, her strong hands trembling as she clutched her mother’s medallion, her only frail line of defense. “MAYA!” My roar was no man’s cry, no wolf’s howl—a primal, berserker bellow that shook the fortress to its foundations. There was no time to race up the tower stairs. The Commander drew back for the killing thrust. “Give me your strength, my mate—my moon!” I demanded through our blood bond, never breaking my gaze from what unfolded above.

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.

I then let his throat go and retreated growling, tall and regal in the moon's light. Kaelen was at my right side, his midnight-black fur rubbing against my pure white coat. Caleb was on my left and Jace was covering our blind spot. The mate bond vibrated with the power and excitement of pride. They were my and I was theirs. The commander came up onto his knees, rubbing his bruised throat. The other Lycans fell to their knees, and their heads were bowed low to the moss. “You are greater than your father,” the commander growled, his eyes awed with a new and frightening kind of reverence. “Vane.” Commander of the Exiled Vanguard. “We are yours to command. But we must move quickly.”

That's my omega - stronger than anyone gives him credit for. A roar pulls my attention back to the fight. Commander Petrov is locked in combat with a massive Ravenscrest warrior. The enemy is good, really good. His sword moves like liquid silver, each strike calculated and deadly. Petrov is holding his own, but I can see he's getting tired.

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!"

The sword was blood-red with a realistic dragon carved on it. It was about three feet and two inches long. ‘Blood Drinking Sword’ was engraved into the other side of the blade. What was happening? Darryl could barely react when a buzzing, mysterious voice entered his head. “The Blood Drinking Sword has acknowledged its master. Current level: Category Red, Level One.” ‘Wow! Even weapons have their own levels as well. ‘Category Red, Level One’ must be strong!” thought Darryl excitedly.

I want the Commander to win for Krystal's sake, but his bulk scares me. The crowd's growl reaches its climax, and the Commander darts forward. He comes at his opponent as if he is planning a frontal attack but ends up shifting into a slide. The male from Gaimo sees the shift in height too late, and the Commander lands a massive punch to his stomach.