Command And Conquer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

During our darkest days, the two of us couldn't even scrape together ten dollars, and we shared a single bowl of instant pasta to ring in the New Year. Later, he made it into Special Forces, whereas I transferred to the Intelligence Unit. We moved from that cheap shack into bachelor quarters and eventually into the sprawling officer quarters. The stars on his shoulders grew brighter, and the circle of "comrades" around him became a blur of different faces. Then came the day I found a smudge of lipstick, in a shade that wasn't mine, pressed against the inner collar of his combat fatigues. "A young lady twisted her ankle, so I helped her to the backstage. She must have brushed against me by ac

“She’s testing us again. Stay alert. Do not engage until necessary.” Adrian nodded. “We survive. We fight when we must. And we strike smart.” The night stretched on. They took turns resting, each remaining alert while the others slept. Elena’s arrows were always within reach, her hands never far from her bow. Marcus sharpened his knives in silence, listening for any anomaly in the rhythm of the forest. Adrian cleaned his blade, muscles tense, mind alert for any sign of the Commander or her scouts. As dawn approached, the trio gathered for a final discussion. The Commander’s obsession had escalated; her attacks had become personal. She was no longer merely pursuing Adrian or testing them—she

His words raced through my head at the thought of what he meant by Fae, causing problems. "It's been some time since I've seen a Dacian in these forests, let alone this realm. Most of the Guards under my command haven't even been around long enough to know what you smell like, let alone taste like." The Commander said, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he licked his lips. I took a step back, not sure how to react. Everything in me told me to run, but I knew I was dead if I tried.

the tense between them didn't stop, unless they won't stop, they'll screw rheir plans. "Got forsaken, little mongrels! Stop fighting over nonsense and get your butts here, I will be discussing our new plan! " That is Sandina, one of the commanding commander officer who was below Conrad and Elifis but higher than any of the knights, she is one of their plan master. However, she is the only one who cant stop a two old geezer fighting each other (well they are not old geezers) but two child fighting each other with a nonsense topic.

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.”

“Caspian. So nice of you to join us. I thought you would cower up and never show your face again that’s why—“ “You need to stop this. Stop the war, please Father. This is madness and it needs to stop now!” Duncan backed. “What has gotten into you, Caspian? Has she charmed you? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” “No, it’s what you’ve always wanted, father. I never wanted this. I never wanted to be a crimson. I never wanted death. I only wanted to be one of the commanders of Stealth. That has been my dream.”

I have no idea what to do now. “What other options do we have? There has to be something that we can do, Bart. Isn’t there?” Conor asked rubbing his face becoming enraged again. I’m going to rip that bastard apart piece by piece. And that evil merkin of a fiancee… I should let my soldiers have her and let them do whatever they want to her- The whole damn squad.

In her place is a warlord with the blood of the South humming in her veins. "You're not asking for my opinion," he observes, his eyes tracking the way the violet light of my mark reflects in the obsidian of my crown. "I'm not," I say, stepping toward him. The "Command" in my voice is a physical pressure in the room. "The Council is using your rules, Clyde. They’re using your markets, your laws, and your infrastructure. I’m changing the game. We aren't defending an estate anymore. We’re reclaiming a territory."

“I am indeed starving, just forgot about it for a while.” Kayden patted on the girl’s head and voiced out, “Go and wash up. I will go and get the food.” “Yes, sire.” She saluted the man playfully. °°° “Thinking about it, I prefer the setting of handsome and domineering commander falling for the talented and charming knight over the childhood friend trope. The later is too sweet and not my type. The other one sounds, how do you say it, sensual. If this this was a novel, then I could see it being rated over eighteen.”

“That’s definitely an option too. I’ll probably talk to mom about it too. She’s good with the fundraising money side of things. We could raise some of it and then compromise on others.” We both looked at each other. “Dad, what is going on with her? I mean, you felt it. She doesn’t usually lose control like that.” “Your instincts were right. She wants to see her friend. Since you wouldn’t let her have the Commander on territory…” “She thought going off territory would be fine.” He nodded. “Except the Commander isn’t too fond of packs. I mean, there is a reason that a Commander like them would go rogue. It was a choice on their part.”