Jon Snow Lord Commander Novels & Stories

Not to mention that his so-called opponent was just in the Initial Innate State and was no match for him at all! "It's him!" Chimp and Hunter both turned to point at Leon with hatred etched on their faces. The smile froze on Riker's face when he caught sight of Leon and Snow. "It's, it's you!" he exclaimed in horror. Snow was the daughter of the Southern King, so of course he recognized her. As for Leon, he only saw him once, which was the time that Leon defeated Jacob twice and forced Jacob on his knees to apologize to Snow. Despite his fleeting encounter with Leon, he still remembered that incident vividly!

The commanders didn't look surprised as they all already knew who and what I was. The new commanders all walked forward till they stood in front of me. They didn't look surprised at all with how I looked. They most likely already knew what I looked like "Queen Cassie. My Luna. It is an joy and honour to finally meet you" said the oldest of them. "I am Commander Luke and this is my first son Commander Scott" he said as he pointed to the younger looking Alpha next to him "I think you are already familiar with Joshua. He is my youngest son,"he added.

"You refuse to grovel, huh? If you don't, I'll smash this pathetic bottle under my boot! I'll let that faking bitch breathe her last right now!" "Excellent! You really are a pathetic, submissive little thing, aren't you, Yvonne?" "If she's just going to play sick, she should just drop dead and get it over with. She's just a waste of space here." Joseph's heartless command as he told the student athletes to strap us to the roof of the ambulance rang out, "You lot! Get over here—grab Wanda and Yvonne, lift them onto the roof of the ambulance, and strap them down!"

The heavy canvas flap of the command tent was violently thrown open, admitting a furious swirl of mountain snow and three hulking northern wolves. At the head of the trio was Commander Vorn, a scarred, nine-foot veteran whose grey fur bristled with undisguised contempt. He wore heavy iron plate armor, his hand resting aggressively on the pommel of his massive two-handed greatsword. Flanking him were his two chief lieutenants, their amber eyes blazing with the predatory, mutinous rage of warriors who realized they had been sold a phantom empire.

Vincent felt hot sweat rolling down his face. "I TAKE IT YOU DID NOT ACQUIRE THE ITEM", the voice said. "No". Vincent said, "But i found out tat ta blade rage has a new member, a tough guy who could go toe to toe against two commanders." There is a short silence before… "Is That All?" Without hesitation Vincent said. "Aye, Dark Lord." The voice in the orb then says. "IS YOUR SON THERE?" Vincent heart jumped. "Aye, Dark Lord." "CALL HIM OUT."

“And bring us answers before the White Witch arrives. Because when she does, the truth will no longer be yours to shield.” Mauren bowed once more and departed, the weight of fatherhood and failure heavy on his shoulders. Aries turned to Aurora, placing a hand over hers. “We gave him a chance,” she said quietly. Commander Ross – On Sacred Ground Commander Ross sprinted through the forests of the west, paws hammering the dirt path with the speed of a trained beast. In his wolf form, he was a striking figure—thick black fur lined with streaks of silver, eyes focused like sharpened blades. His breath came fast but steady. The urgency of the queen’s command gave him wings.

She had been corrupted by evil, and now she could control the very oceans themselves, creating tsunamis and whirlpools at will. Julius, the Third Commander, was an ex-Alpha from the Wolfsbane Clan. He could summon lightning bolts that could split the sky and incinerate anything in their path. Dray, the Fourth Commander, was a shadow hunter from the Shadow Hunter Clan. He could manipulate the shadows to his will, appearing and disappearing without a trace and creating illusions that could deceive even the most perceptive minds.

Just then a sharp and quick knock shattered the silence, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Come in..” my voice came out low and controlled, but it was enough. The door pulled open and a figure walked in, his presence strong and almost as dominant as mine. I turned to face, Jonas, my eyes locking on his. He was the Lycan Warrior Commander, and my right hand man for years. “Talk.” “Your majesty, she has arrived.” his voice sliced through the room. I didn't answer immediately, turning to face the flames again.

He was a large, burly man, his face twisted into a snarl as he fought off the last of the shifters. I shouted, “Don’t kill him!” The shifters pulled back, giving the man space. Arthur shifted back into his human form, his eyes locked onto the warrior as he stepped forward. Arthur demanded, “Where is Alpha Johnson, Lilica, and Tom?” The Dark Moon warrior sneered, his lip curling in defiance. “I swear my allegiance to the Dark Moon Pack and Alpha Johnson. I’ll never betray them.” I felt a surge of anger rise within me, a dark, consuming force that threatened to overwhelm me. I stepped forward, my eyes fixed on the man. He flinched as he met my gaze, but he held his ground.

Jordan adds immediately, his alpha sigil pulsing with total shock. "What structural defect is ruining your focus tonight, Harvey?" David Duskbane’s freezing baritone suddenly cuts through the group link, his rare voice immediately causing the other commanders to freeze. "Holy f*ck! The Warlord has emerged from his war-vaults!" Jordan shrieks into his comm-stone. "Harvey, your crazy talk about leaving the wine jars just forced our supreme leader out of his shadow-keep! Hurry up and tell the vanguard you are executing a joke!"