Commander Wolffe Clone Wars Novels & Stories

"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

was coming in place, some curiosity was now seeping in. “That if two officers agree, the plan may fail? Yes mam. But DragonWolves are always precise in our actions.” Froster’s confidence was reassuring, it reminded her of Varker. In fact a lot of things about Froster reminded her of her dead friend. Like Varker, Able Froster was blunt in delivery, direct in his opinion but was also a reliable soldier. Of course the Dragonwolf’s personality was far more stripped down than the late Staff Sergeant. “We go with your second suggestion Lieutenant.”

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.

A smile then curled her lips in relief. “Commander, are you…? Contact the chief.” Avalon raced to the commander crouching on the floor. She saw how badly injured their commander was. However, it still looked like he was moving around like normal, granted that no one else could protect these people. “I’m okay. Delta’s making sure I can move around for a few more minutes. Let’s get these people out.” Wolfram slowly got up and looked at half of his elite Red Core squad. “Bring those terrorists to me.”

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu