Jon Snow Lord Commander Novels & Stories

When Gryphon told us what they were doing, we couldn't let it just happen We knew we had to do something. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it," I added, "I would like it if we all could be allies. I think we could all help each other." They all agreed and this little guy, my height but very muscular, walked up to us. He smiled, "Luna Abby, I am Sid, Leader of the were-snakes. We have been guarding the palace here, as well as your packs in Missouri and Arkansas." I asked, "Are they all, okay?" He smiled, "They are doing great. Your warriors were taught well. They also know how to fight alongside other species very well."

Then he let out a breath. "They're getting closer." "Yes," replied Grayson. The elderly Alpha gave a slow nod. "Assemble the commanders." Everybody froze. Especially Eleanor. "Mason…." "No." His voice broke like a thunderclap. "We've spent days reacting." The space became motionless. The elderly wolf got up from his seat. Slowly. Agonizingly. But with pride. I briefly saw a glimpse of his former self. Every valley feared the Alpha. The warrior who created this land from nothing.

However, upon seeing Henry sit, she followed suit. Henry laughed. “Jake, I’d advise against that. You may be scared sh*tless once you find out who he is.” “Is that so?” Jake smiled dismissively. “Tell me about it. I’ve been meeting some powerful people. I’m curious to find out just how powerful this man is for me to be scared sh*tless.” Henry uttered word by word, “The man before you is the Black Dragon, the commander-in-chief of the million-strong Black Dragon army of the Southern Plains and one of the Five Commanders of Sol.”

We had been practicing new maneuvers with partners, and mine just happened to be the strongest, fastest, and most experienced warrior in the guard. “You’ll catch up to me one day,” Jordan said, patting my back. He was a little older than me, having joined the guard three years before. At twenty-two, he stood at 6’4” with a commanding presence. Everyone assumed that when Christian eventually stepped down, Jordan would take his place as commander. His caramel skin and dark brown hair complemented his amber eyes, which always glowed with a calm clarity—so unlike his wolf. His wolf was massive, with nearly black fur, and one glare from him was enough to freeze anyone in place.

There was a look in his eye that I had rarely ever seen, a look I wasn't used to seeing, and truth be told in that moment I felt nothing but fear. He lifted his fist and pounded it on his hard broad chest. “I am Alpha Leon Masters of the Midnight Hour Pack.” I could see a flicker in his eyes that had both me and Alice shaking, making me take a few steps back, as I seen Khaos push forward. He pointed at me. “You are Juvia Simone. The future Luna of the Midnight Hour pack.” As I took another step back, I felt the cold wall press into my back, leaving me with nowhere left to go. I took a quick look around, but I knew, the only way out was the door behind Leon.

Edric said, but his face stayed dark, “You are here, however, in the Snowsong Alliance. It is your father himself, the late King Letholdus Aragon, who ordered me to take command of every human in the Underworld, whoever the person is. And you, stepping in this wretched land, means you hold no power and influence in this world. Besides, it is you yourself who’ve said earlier that you are nothing but a regular man in this foreign land.” Arth had to look away. His inner self told him not to start an argument with the General about power, as he had nothing to prove of his capabilities in holding the power to lead. He released the tension tightening his chest and said, “You’re right, General. And

It has proven lethal for all who failed. "Sir Alpha!" IN burst into Jo’s room, a little out of sorts. "The Royal has come to and requests an audience with you about what he's actually doing here. I left Lee with him.What would you like to do?" IN asked in a rush. "High and mighty isn't he? Exactly like his father." Jo growled. There were few wolves that knew Jo’s connection to Chad, witnessing and aiding the murder of Tristan’s father, Winter Wolf. "Calm down, Jo. You need your wits about you, and you aren't capable of thinking properly when you're angry. I will accompany you if that is you wish?" IN has been an invaluable to Jo is, helping him to control his lethal duality.

He must have decided to shift and search like the men he’d given orders to, because he chose that moment to reach down and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. Had Isabella been in human form, she would have had to stifle a gasp. The spine and musculature he revealed were rippled with sinew, but the scars were what stole her breath. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight, her wolf eyes allowed her to see. The commander’s body was a history of battles won and lost, wars waged on behalf of a supernatural empire. And then he turned around and Isabella’s breath caught. He wasn’t any commander. He was the commander. In an instant, she recognized exactly who he was. This cowboy wolf was none oth

Just then, Gideon's phone rang. "What is it?" he answered. On the other end, Leopold's anxious voice cracked through, "Mr. Snow, the leader of the Yovarian Guild, Xandor, is back. He's bringing his men to attack us."

His inner beast is fully grounded; he has finally conquered his true place in the dominion. Hazel Hale takes her place at the Lunar Melody Keeper’s bench, her fingers striking the massive silver keys of the pack's ceremonial instrument. Jone takes a massive breath as they reach the edge of the obsidian path. His eyes instantly lock onto Michael Jackson standing at the end of the line. The future Alpha King looks completely awestruck, his dominant posture fracturing slightly as his fierce features soften, raw moisture gathering in his intense golden eyes. Jone has never seen the ruthless commander display such vulnerability, and his own silver vision blurs with sudden, unrefined emotion.