Jon Snow Lord Commander Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm sure we'll work well together." Maya nodded quickly and pulled her hand back, clutching her tablet against her chest. "The third person is for Mr. Adrian," Helen continued. "His new security details should be arriving shortly." As if on cue, the front door opened and Adrian walked in with a man who looked like he'd stepped out of an action movie. "This is Luca Romano," Adrian said, and I caught something in his voice that sounded almost off-balance. "My new head of security." Luca was tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair cropped military short, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes that seemed to miss nothing as they swept the room before settling back on Adrian.

"Sandra, what exactly happened here on the market floor? Don't be afraid of his armor or his title. I have the entire Wintermere family backing you. Speak freely." Only then did J'onn's eyes shift over to where I stood holding Leori tight. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as a flicker of deep intrigue crossed his featureless expression. "Well, well, Lady Sandra... fancy running into you in Myhill CrestHALL." I stood there totally speechless, holding my breath. I never expected this arrogant female's backup to be Commander J'onn Cute! I didn't know him personally, but I knew his reputation as a ruthless warrior. Just last night, while creeping near the Emberfang Study inside the keep to avoid

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

"It really was you who called the troops!" Layla covered her mouth in disbelief. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. After a while, she managed to pull herself together, but her gaze was still filled with wonder when she looked over at Sean. "Who are you really, Sean? Why would the commander listen to you?" If she wasn't mistaken, the man leading the troops was Howard Linnet, the Commander of the Skye City Division! "I'm not as powerful as you think I am," Sean said after a pause. "This is mostly Blake's influence."

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

His hair was completely gray, yet he still looked alert and full of energy. Even through the screen, Cassian could sense an imposing air of dominance from the man. It was a similar sort of presence that Nero gave off, but Nero had a sharp, gritty kind of dominance, while the old man on the screen felt like an immovable mountain. It felt as though there would never be anything to fear should he be around, not even if the sky fell down. Of course, Cassian could immediately deduce who the old man was—Jonah Sinclair, the Military God.

"Yes, she is. And as her father, it's my responsibility to make things right with her. I can't let my mistakes define her future. She deserves a chance, just like any other member of our pack." Luna's gaze softened, a glimmer of hope shining through. "If you truly mean it, then I will support you. But remember, Issac, actions speak louder than words." I nodded, a renewed sense of purpose filling my chest. It wouldn't be easy, but it was a challenge I had to face head-on. I would confront my mistakes, mend the broken bonds within my pack, and prove to Luna, my son, and Elora that I could be the leader they needed.

he asked. No one moved. The wolves barely even breathed. “Do not make me ask again!” Troy roared. “I will kill every last one of you. Who is your commander?” Finally, a wolf struggled to her feet. “I am their commander.” Troy smirked, and with near pinpoint accuracy blasted the wolf with his aura. She groaned and fell forward, her arms clasped around her stomach. “What kind of warriors are you that you feel you need to hide behind an Omega?” he asked. “What cowards?” He walked closer to the cowering wolves, dragging me with him. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” he asked.