Creature Commandos Wattpad Novels & Stories

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I’m an Alpha, I demand respect! “Do you remember the wolf you saw when you found us and Beast? He was an Undead.” I feel my eyes widen at this. An Undead! A fucking abomination created by dark magic! That’s the smell!!! “He was the commander of the so-called Death Squad, or Deads, as some call us. The place we came from is a known facility where the Undead are created. That wolf has been our leader for over 30 years. We couldn’t get out of the squad without him dying. We came here after Beast, because if there’s anyone who can beat an Undead, it’s her. She was trained for this. We weren’t, and the bond wouldn’t allow us to turn against him. The Death Squad works like a pack, with the command

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

Whisper Team — apex predators of a dying empire — were now surrounded, outnumbered, and, for the first time in their history, overpowered. One by one, they fell — not silently, but violently, their precision swallowed by the raw, uncoordinated, unstoppable tide of a city defending itself. The commander was the last to stand. Mask cracked. Breathing ragged. Blades drawn. Ethan approached him through the dust and debris, eyes hard as steel. The commander tilted his head. “You’ve built something dangerous here, Ethan Cross.” “No,” Ethan said. “We built something alive.” The commander lunged.

"Do it. And make sure we have extraction teams ready for the refugees. No one gets left behind." The Commandos were an idea that had been brewing for a long time, first conceived by Bina, Lucas, Alessia, and Elijah. The Wasteland was home to some of the toughest and most battle-hardened demi-humans, individuals who had spent their entire lives surviving in one of the most unforgiving environments known to the world. However, while their natural resilience and raw strength were undeniable, they lacked the means to properly equip themselves. The absence of resources, access to high-quality weaponry, and structured training had forced them to rely on crude tactics, barely holding their own agai

I look at everyone and saw how they are trying their best to discover a thing that they can use to fight this creature but he doesn't seem to be vulnerable in anything They throw their strength but it can do nothing about this damn creature and even his hands are using a spear that we aren't not sure where it came from I look at the sky and the clouds are still in gray color, the droplets of the water is making my sight a little blurry. It seems like they are doing their best just to make me give up in waiting for the appearance of my father. I am not embarrassed to say that I am not someone who will accept defeat immediately Not over me dead bodies And there I feel an overwhelming power tha

Archer fell back on his straw bed. He was getting dizzy from everything he had just found out. The soldier in him told him it was right to remain behind, wait to heal, find out more information before leaving. But the romantic in him wanted to burst through the South gates and protect Adalia. He couldn’t imagine who the mastermind behind all of this was, Conan or Xander; those were the only senior commanders he knew. His fists punched into his make shift bed as he let out a loud growl of frustration. He had never felt this useless in his life.

In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas. In this life, I would build my own order. "From this day forward, there are no cripples here," I announced, standing atop a towering rock, my silver eyes sweeping over the discarded warriors. "There are only the conquerors of this land." I utilized the combat techniques I had memorized from my previous life, teaching them how to turn their disabilities into lethal advantages. I taught them to identify ancient, forgotten herbs to heal their rotting wounds. When the first massive Wasteland Bear fell at our feet, a fire reignited in the eyes of these wolves who had long been dead

Then another. Then dozens. Not soldiers. Not wolves. Abominations. Their bodies were twisted—muscles overgrown, eyes glowing with unnatural light, limbs marked with scars, wires, metal plates injected beneath skin. Every damn one of them was a sin against nature. My entire army stiffened. “Hold the line,” I commanded. The creatures snarled, the sound scraping like metal dragged across bone. But they didn’t attack. They parted. And someone walked through them. Slow. Confident.

“morale boost. nothing like ‘the alpha’s getting laid’ to make a pack fight harder.” Kaelin set the whetstone down, flexed her fingers—two missing now, stumps raw and pink. “morale. that’s a joke. half the pups are asking when mama wakes up so she can tell bedtime stories again. the other half are carving wooden hammers and pretending to smash red hollow skulls.” Serna’s chest tightened, the ache familiar as an old bruise. “wraith and revenant. they’re what, six weeks old? and already the healers say they’re shifting in their sleep. tiny furballs with gold eyes and violet ones, growling at shadows.”