Jon Snow Lord Commander Novels & Stories

Everyone froze. Even the Alpha tilted his head like, “Huh?” From the shadows, a tall man walked out wearing black armor. Commander Rowan. And shockingly the rebel soldiers answered to him too. Wait… was he their boss? Ava gasped. So hard that she sounded like a flute that was dying. “No freaking way. What is he doing here?! And WAIT. Why is he walking like a final boss?!” She said it like she had heard my thoughts. I had no answers.

The Commander tossed his head toward the windows before taking two long steps closer that had me, straining in my skin. Instinctively wanting to flee. This was by far the most unpredictable situation I’d ever been in. And I was taken prisoner by Warlord. “I thought you were dead, Boy!” The Commander said. He looked about the same age as Killian but with wolves it was hard to tell. Once they attained maturity, they barely aged at all. “Uncle Vex! It is you.”

He jerked off his body and almost fell off from his horse, roaming eyes around him. 'Who said that?' he thought. The Commander of his army, Panther, was fighting close to him, growls of bloodlust for the enemies coming from his mouth. His red eyes were enough to scare someone normal, his roars were more violent, the swinging of his sword was proving that he was a living monster in the mankind. "It is me," the voice whispered again. Moriah sighed with frustration, though the voice seemed familiar as if he heard that mysterious voice before. "I am the Lord of Life."

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

A young man in plain clothes with the Blood Shadow Saber in his hand sat on the ground, and not far from him was a headless corpse. The poorly-dressed young man was Howard Lincoln, the Blood Shadow's commander-in-chief, the King of the West! That headless corpse was the enemy's commander, the Mad God of War! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! After a while, five figures quickly flashed from five different directions. In the blink of an eye, they came to the young man's side and knelt on one knee. The five of them were dressed in battle suits, with awe-inspiring righteousness while emanating a suffocating bloody aura.

Once I got back into town I recieved a call from Mr. Marrieotti. “Yes Mr. Marrieotti, the body has been disposed of appropriately. He will never see a subpoena.” “ Good Ms. Snow, I am glad we are on the same page. Thank you for getting it done in a timely manner as always.” One of the reasons that I am the most prolific contract killer is because I am a woman. I was in Special ops Marine Corps when I met my commanding officer Robins. He’d become like a brother to me. In fact, he was the only family I had. So when he asked if I would be the God- Mother to little Johnathan I didn’t hesitate before saying yes.

one General barked. "She’s a liability. Her bond is fractured!" "She’s a mother, not a warrior." I stood. "I was a warrior before I was a Luna. I’ll be a commander now. Anyone who questions it can challenge me." Silence. Lycan Xander smirked. "Then it’s settled. Reya Mooncrest, Commander of the Northern Vanguard." My wolf howled. Pearl tucked Luis into bed. Then it happened. My vision spun. Pain lanced through my chest like silver fire. My knees hit stone. My wolf screamed.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

“Yes, he’s our Master! He’s much more powerful than all of us here!” Lana chortled warmly and turned to Joan, “ Aunt Joan, your son is the most excellent and outstanding man in this world!” “Re—really?” Happiness glowed inside Joan and her cheeks glistened with tears. “It—it’s my pleasure to meet you, the Supreme Warrior!”

The forest was alive with sounds of other wolves from other packs, all restless, all anxious about what was coming. "You're Aria Thorne." I spun around. A man stood in the shadows between trees, relaxed but alert. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a scar along his jaw. Not from our pack. "Who's asking?" I kept my voice steady despite my racing heart. He stepped into the moonlight. "Ryker Stone. Beta Commander to the Lycan King." My blood turned to ice. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Relax. I'm not here to drag you back to camp for breaking curfew. I'm here because you smell interesting."