Jon Snow Lord Commander Novels & Stories

"Aunt Gregoria is fast asleep. Keep it down, will you?" "True." Sif agreed. "Of course. Yes." Fiora said, then return her gaze back to Sif. "What are we going to do? Lord Tobin is in control. And we can't stop him. It'll be a death mission." "Yes, I figured. He's the only man powerful enough as the Queen, maybe even more powerful at some extent." Sif said, agreeing with her. "But we need you out of here. Go find that rich boy you were with earlier and stay with him."

A sinister chuckle comes from the Knight's Commander, “typical royal Kindred. Using his gift to cheat death.” I stand to my full height, rolling my shoulders back, and I get into my combat stance. “Don't hate me because you're not me.” I sneer, inhaling the pungent odour of jealousy emanating from his green skin. “Believe whatever helps you sleep at night, Zion Mahji. Alpha King of the Kindred species.” He retorts, pushing off the snow with his bare feet, the commander throws his lance into the wind, leaping through the air with his feet pointing in my direction.

A huge man who looks like Darak (A wrestler and actor, you can see him at Fast and Furious) come to us. "Lady Adellee, this is Second Beta Connor or in your pack is the third in command or Gamma. He's in-charge for the pack training." Jaxson said. "It's nice meeting you Lady Adellee. I heard that you're a warrior in your pack. I can't wait to see you train with us." Connor said. He's just wearing a sport short, his full huge glory body is on display. Oh dear Goddess, I'm not aware that there's a lot of perfect sculptures in this pack. My virgin eyes is hurting.

They may be priests, but the man was the Lord Commander, and he did possess a modicum of command over them. Lord Commander Oddor was a man somewhere in his late fifties. Despite his age, he carried himself with an air of authority that reminded Sethlzaar of Lord Edavi. His lips were held in a constant scowl and Sethlzaar couldn't remember ever seeing the man smile. He was skilled with the sword as they had seen on occasion when the soldiers trained and the man took it upon himself to have a hand in it. In summary, he was nothing like the soldiers Sethlzaar had come across. “Father Sorlan," Oddor greeted him as he stepped into the room. "So good of you to join us."