Commander Wolffe Clone Wars Novels & Stories

“Is that the reason you remove them from the pack?” Thrumming my fingers on my desk, I made an annoyed grunt and said, “Vaewolf are rogue and don't assimilate to a pack. They follow their own rules and follow their own drum beats. Now enough about them. Go train with the guards and take your pal Nathan, or go to the village bar and have a drink,” I stated. As he stood, he smiled. “So Nathan's cool because he is just a vampire and you don't want to share your good liquor.”

"Chika Whitmore. Vanguard commander for the Afolayan Dominion." Morgan repeated the name, her brow furrowing as if trying to decipher an encrypted code from a broken ledger. Tracy instantly stepped into the gap, her aura flaring to shield my position. "Commander Welch, this wolf operates under the direct protection of the Supreme Throne. If his scent has violated your perimeter codes, the error belongs to my unit."

Always wanting more. He walked around the desk, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He was shorter than his son, softer in the middle, but no less dangerous. His hands were clean, his nails manicured, his suit tailored to hide the bulk of a body that had once been lean and hard. Fenris watched his father's reflection in the glass. Dante stopped a few feet behind him, close enough to be felt, far enough to pretend he was giving Fenris space. "The Wolfe family," Dante said. "The last heir. Where is she?"

She resolved and looked away. And It was only then that her words sank in. Did she just fucking say that the Dwarf Commander has abilities? As in magic? I drove my gaze to the Dwarf Commander and in that instance, I saw the proof I needed. The Dwarf Commander was seated on his Dwarf throne and before him knelt a Rogue werewolf who was bound in chains. The Werewolf didn’t look like one of the Rogues. He looked more like a Pack warrior who had been captured. The Dwarf commander had his left hand placed on the Werewolf’s forehead and he was mouthing things that were inaudible while the Werewolf just glared at him. A few seconds later, the Werewolf dropped limply to the, dried up like a scorched

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.

what he was looking for. Some of the mutant leaders wielded pistols. Some had familiar designs similar to the weapons in his hands. No doubt they looted from the corpses of the dead wolves in the temple. There were a few others with archaic designs similar to ChaosMarines. They must have come to the planet with the heretics, Ragnar thought. As long as he doesn't get off the bridge quickly, it doesn't matter. He looked around and everyone else saw what he noticed. He immediately recognized their smell and appearance. With true space wolf independence, they decided for themselves. However, they withstood a firestorm against their enemies, killing them with every attack. Ragnar saw that there

They had been watching from the palace and could no longer take it so they joined in the fight to assist Raul while the others stayed back and watched from the palace. They all fought so hard but the clone seemed stronger than all of them put together. He managed to defeat all the rest leaving Raul, Edna, May, and Lyono still standing but panting for breath. Suddenly, there was a gush of wind, and the werewolf god appeared in front of them. His appearance startled the clone as it watched the werewolf god and then turned its attention to him.

Standing in front of the console was a familiar figure, his white silk coat hanging loose over his shoulders, his long silver hair tied back neatly from his forehead. Malakai Wolfe was alive, his left arm encased in a black, cybernetic brace that hissed with pneumatic pressure whenever his fingers moved over the keyboard. The scar from Kaden's jaw strike was a dark, purple line across his throat, but his pale grey eyes held the same cold, absolute arrogance that had defined him on the mountain.

he whispered. “She’s me,” Chaewon said. “And I’m not ready to forgive her.” “You don’t have to,” Jian replied. “You just have to survive her.” She looked up at him, and saw the truth now..He wasn’t a clone. He wasn’t perfect. He was flawed and that made him hers. __AN UNKNOWN LOCATION__ The clone sat on a throne of code—dozens of children kneeling before him. Red Web’s true army. He watched the footage of the Vesper explosion. Paused on Chaewon’s face. Then turned to his general. “It’s time.”