Commander Bly Star Wars Novels & Stories

The prospect of exploring uncharted territories and potentially uncovering the truth behind the alpheno's existence ignited a spark of curiosity within her. Fen, the esteemed leader of the Supreme God Destroyers, a man of unwavering wisdom and unparalleled strength, interjected, proposing a compromise. Recognizing the risks involved in both expeditions, he suggested that Lyca be accompanied by a trusted companion. Dray, the fourth commander, a man of unwavering loyalty and unwavering strength, stepped forward, readily accepting the assignment.

"I'm offering you a job! Your plasma is useless. Your armor is paper. The only thing that cuts the Nullity is the Origin-Code, and we are the only ones who have it!" Dax pointed his glowing blade up at the descending black swarm. "You want to live to see tomorrow? You point your guns at the sky! You ride with the pack, or you get formatted! Decide right now!" The courtyard was dead silent, save for the hum of Dax’s Phase-Blade. The Paladin Commander looked at the sky, where the second Sunburst Dreadnought was currently glitching into oblivion. He looked at Captain Reyes, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Tank and Reaper. Then, he looked at his own plasma rifle.

"Commander, that was not Vanessa Bol-" "Larry," the commander called, and Larry instantly straightened. "Yes, Commander?" "Who was that woman who just walked out those doors?" "That was Vanessa Bologna, sir." Oh, my God. I was going to kill this motherfucker. "Seriously, Larry?" I turned to him. "Can you breathe up there?" He looked confused. "Up where?" "Up his fucking ass." I pointed at the commander, and then his face turned all shades of red. "Get out!" the commander yelled. "Give me your fucking gun and badge and get the fuck out of my department."

His breath came in ragged, visible plumes. Liam didn't answer her with words. Instead, the heavy iron door at the back of the arena groaned open, its hydraulic seals releasing with a loud hiss. The Commander strode out onto the high platform, his heavy black cloak billowing behind him like the wings of a predatory bird. He was followed closely by a visibly shaken Torin and three other battle-scarred lieutenants who had been brought in to witness what was supposed to be an execution. Torin’s massive iron halberd looked incredibly heavy in his hands now, no longer a symbol of absolute intimidation but an awkward, cumbersome weight he didn't quite know how to carry. Liam descended the iron stai

“I don’t understand. Explain more.” “Only the commanders of stealth have these symbols. It’s one only they could fully understand. These commanders scattered all around Lunaria, sharing information about themselves. One is Billy Scott of FangBorn pack. He was named minister of secret affairs of the pack. The second commander of stealth was Late Minister Elais.” “Only two?” I asked him, intrigued. He shook his head, gesturing the number ‘three’. “They’re three. The last commander of stealth is Ember Mayweather from the RedClaw pack.”

“Commander certainly suits you!” “It certainly does, but then again, she is a Stanton.” I heard a voice over my shoulder and saw Meagan’s grin drop. “She is her father’s daughter after all.” I turned to see Everett Stanton, former commander and traitor, standing behind me. I felt the prickle of hairs along my spine as Kylo growled in my head. I looked around and saw that we had been surrounded by Crimson Shadow Warriors. I stepped back against Meagan as the four of us positioned ourselves in a tight outward facing circle so we had eyes on all four directions at once. I recognised almost all the warriors we were facing as former Dark Moon, including Bryce and Blaine Stanton, Meagan’s brothers

one General barked. "She’s a liability. Her bond is fractured!" "She’s a mother, not a warrior." I stood. "I was a warrior before I was a Luna. I’ll be a commander now. Anyone who questions it can challenge me." Silence. Lycan Xander smirked. "Then it’s settled. Reya Mooncrest, Commander of the Northern Vanguard." My wolf howled. Pearl tucked Luis into bed. Then it happened. My vision spun. Pain lanced through my chest like silver fire. My knees hit stone. My wolf screamed.

"It really was you who called the troops!" Layla covered her mouth in disbelief. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. After a while, she managed to pull herself together, but her gaze was still filled with wonder when she looked over at Sean. "Who are you really, Sean? Why would the commander listen to you?" If she wasn't mistaken, the man leading the troops was Howard Linnet, the Commander of the Skye City Division! "I'm not as powerful as you think I am," Sean said after a pause. "This is mostly Blake's influence."

All of this had been for nothing. “No it hasn’t.” Bayne whispered making me realize that I had said it out loud. He got the attention of everyone in the room, and took the stage after Alpha John. Not once since he started to speak did he look in my direction but I didn’t mind it. “If anyone is to take sure that she makes it to Blue Claw, it should be me. Not just because she is my mate but because I am the commander of the army in this pack.” His words were final and no one dared to question him. Up there he spoke like a warrior and not my mate and once again even though my life was a mess, I found myself falling hard for him and his brothers.

Teo says loudly as he comes to a stop, and every cell of my body breathes out a sigh of relief. Fiadh's face calms down as well, but it doesn't relax. She looks worried now...as if her friend being asked is a problem. But they have been happy for each of the comrades. Movement in my peripheral vision makes me look away from Fiadh and the reason for her concern becomes apparent. Commander Burk has lost control. He has two champions gripping his biceps and he is still fighting to move toward the females. He definitely wants the aqua eye colored female.