Commander Wolffe Novels & Stories

The fate of his kind hung in the balance, and he was the only one who could save them. In the heart of the bustling metropolis, Anthon, the first commander of the Supreme God Destroyers, stood tall and resolute, his eyes gleaming with determination. He declared that he would embark on a perilous quest to find Allan, the elusive four-tailed alpheno. His words echoed through the grand hall, stirring a mix of admiration and apprehension among his fellow commanders. Julius, the third commander, a man known for his keen intellect and strategic prowess, rose to his feet. With a nod of agreement, he pledged to accompany Anthon on this arduous journey. His familiarity with Allan's whereabouts and hi

He walked towards us with confidence. "By order of the generals," he announced, "Eliza has been appointed commander of the Wolf Regiment. She will oversee one thousand wolves, effective immediately." Silence. And then— "What?!” Boone’s exclamation was loud enough to turn heads. "Commander?" Vivi gaped at me before breaking into a delighted grin. "Holy hell, Eliza!" Rod merely whistled low under his breath, shaking his head. I, on the other hand, felt as though the ground had been ripped from beneath my feet.

I lifted my head. Sophia. Relief flooded through me, but only for a moment. Behind her stood this giant werewolf, eyes burning with anger. I didn't have time to get out of the way. BANG. The bullet hit the creature between its eyes, and it fell to the ground. Sophia's jaw dropped. "You just—" "No time," I said, pulling her toward me. "We have to go." She nodded, her fist gripping mine. "I did see, Mother. The commander of the attack. he is not rogue. He's—"

Without facing him, Alpha Johan responded, “I’ve told you countless times, Commander, this part of the job requires patience. Which you clearly lack.” Nick scoffed, “You know to be honest, when I initially saw those werewolves you hired, I noticed that they wouldn't be as professional as you said they were.” He pointed out tauntingly. Alpha Johan chuckled but it was beta Jordan who spoke. “Be careful with your words to the Alpha, Commander. He is an Alpha and when he says the mercenaries are good, they are.” The beta stated sternly. Nick, however, remained unfazed and scoffed again. “And how many times have you actually been on the battlefield, Alpha? I trained warriors, it's my daily duty a

He said sarcastically: "You thought that when you informed the police and the army when you found out that werewolves were living here, our commander had complete confidence in your word. Can a girl with weak legs and arms kill a werewolf this big? That's ridiculous! It all ends here." "Fuck up! What a dullard!" Barton shouted, "You think the commander kept her just to make a doll? It's because she's also a werewolf. If you don't listen to me, you'll regret it! Until I find the werewolf, you won't be the captain anymore."

I leaned against Ghost, ready to remove myself from the equation. My father finally settled his emotions. “Esmeralda?” “Yes, Daddy.” I yawned, watching the grin form on his face. He loved it when I called him that. “Do you have anything to report?’ He asked softly. Always a Colonel. “That camp is the command center. There are about a hundred men, no women. They believe God chooses them to rid the world of abominations.” “Good, girl.” “Daddy?” “Yes.” “They thought God sent powers through the white wolf. An abomination.”

There was no time to show my repulsion at the guts that were spooled from the dead bodies or the wolves that had their souls removed from them. A burst of light caused me to stumble and fall on a dead wolf. Panting and sweating, I turned to see my father in the sky with other council members killing as much werewolves as possible. Commander Turner was so swift on his feet, he was almost invisible. I could not spare his fighting skills awe as I pulled myself up. A deep commanding roar was enough to put me in place. My heart pounded but not with apprehension. It was like I heard a siren call seducing me to find out the owner of the roar.

The man finally looked at me and smiled brightly. "Forgive us, Alpha," he said to Io while he stared at me unabashedly. "We did not know of the circumstances." He then tore his gaze away from mine and moved his head to whisper into Io's ear. Io placed a hand on his shoulder. "That will be quite alright. She does not need protection, but thank you just the same, Commander. Although, I would like to ask that this remain confidential...for her safety," Io said. "Kiaria, I would like you to meet a commander of the Wolf Police. This is Commander Oliver Harris. Oliver, my soon to be Luna, Kiaria Wright."

Fenris had been standing there for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of everything. "You found something," Fenris said without turning around. Nikolai stepped inside. He closed the door behind him. The click of the lock echoed in the silence. "Yes." "Tell me." "The Wolfe heir. We have a name." Fenris turned. His gray eyes were flat, hungry, the eyes of a man who had been hunting for eight years and was tired of coming up empty. "What name?" "Raven. No location. Just a first name that surfaced in an old police report."

Zaric growled at the commander, shaking his head disappointedly as he remembered all those empty claims he used to hear by that same man. "Who are you? How do you know about Vulcan? Are you one of the loyal guards Vulcan had?" Asked the commander in a confused tone. The commander was starting to get angry as he heard the name he hated the most. He thought there was no one alive in this world to speak that bake in front of him ever again.