Karlach Commander Deck Novels & Stories

She looked up at Liam, a cold, brilliant smile lighting up her features. "The wall is dead, Commander," Anna said, her tone carrying the quiet triumph of a grandmaster placing the final piece on a board. "The chessboard is entirely yours." Liam’s slow dangerous grin returned. His white teeth caught the dim morning light filtering through the dispersing fog, sharp and menacing. With a low, guttural sound in his throat, his claws extended from his fingertips with a sharp, lethal snick, the dark, polished keratin gleaming with deadly intent. He raised a heavy, fur dusted fist high into the air, a silent command that rippled back through the fog. Behind him, five hundred elite Blackwood warriors

“Rebecca, this is Karl. He’s been making sure no one stabs me.” Karl bowed to me first — deep enough to be court-proper. “My lady,” He said, voice low and even. Then, without missing a beat, he turned and bowed to Gideon. “Commander.” Gideon’s gaze sharpened for a heartbeat. It wasn’t disapproval — more like he’d just caught sight of something unexpected and was turning it over in his head. I followed his eyes to Karl, then to Maddie… and oh. For someone who seemed so composed, Karl’s cool expression faltered the moment he looked at her.

The Crimson King, Enrique Ignacio Escarra and me, the Asheton Queen, Kataleya Tamia Rossi of the Fuego de Ceniza pack are in charge of the islands and South America. Alpha Azlaan Mustafa of the Shuja Pack is the appointed Commander of Africa. Prince Mikhail Petrov of the Petrov Royal Family of Russia, the vampire Crown Prince, was appointed the Commander of Asia. Alpha Noah Williams of the Redback Spider Pack was appointed Commander of Australia. Alpha King Leo Herrmann Rossi and his Queen, the Heart of Fire, Azura Rayne Rossi of the Sangue Pack will take charge of the United Kingdom and Europe. Alpha Noah and Alpha Azlaan’s partners, by default, became their second in command. Only Prince M

Alex countered him by saying, "I've read books about the ways of the people across the sea. All that isn't done here. The chaplain says it's a sin." Karl laughed. "What does your chaplain know? I'm sure he is one of these aristocrats who can't see past his belly." "He's quite lean." "That's not the point. I mean, they are short-sighted. The lot of them. But it seems we have derailed." Karl saw her swallow, and he knew he had deflated something in her. "Mercenaries can be bought. I won't doubt that. But since your mother came to me first, automatically, I'm hers to command." That wasn't true, but he wanted the Princess to be certain he was on their side. "Whenever she wants her enemies crushe

“Look, Mr. Fuller, this commander stamp looks similar to the real commander stamp, but it’s fake! “First of all, it's not made of pure gold. Besides, there are actually nine dragons carved on this commander stamp! Everyone knows that only one dragon can be carved on the God of War's commander stamp. Thomas, that stupid fella, doesn’t have any common sense even though he used to be the God of War. He’s making a fool of himself!” Alon smiled faintly. He calmly said, “I heard that their superior appointed a new God of War? To show his unique status, they purposely made a commander stamp for him, and nine dragons were carved onto the commander stamp.” When Trevor heard that, he subconsciously st

Her manic gaze fixes me in place. “Emery Aldair is commander of Kaelara Naval Station, the highest rank in the navy,” she continues, voice low and venomous. “He controls the coast guards. He could destroy a ship the size of Yoseff Beckett’s yacht and make it look like a minor accident. A small boat? He could capsize it with a flick. He could call it a mistake, and his men would follow. Half the navy are werewolves loyal to him. He can do anything.”

I felt him before I saw him. The air seemed to thicken, growing heavier in my lungs. Power—older, rougher—rolled into the hall like a storm front. “Alpha Kael Draven,” the herald announced, suddenly less loud. “Commander of the Blackthorn War Pack.” Whispers hissed along the servant line. *The Bastard Alpha.* *The Butcher of Blackthorn.* *He rips rogues apart for sport—bare‑handed.* He was taller than Lucian, broader through the shoulders, built like the mountains surrounding our lands. His armor was a matte black that drank in the light, scarred and dented, not decorative. No jewels. Just hard, worn metal and leather that had seen real war.

the kea asks the crowd, and the crowd erupts into cheers. We come to a stop, and our line turns to the waiting line of happy-looking champions. None of them have a single mark on them from the brawl. The remaining worry I have for Cull evaporates as I spot him. He is positioned in the line right after the Commanders, just like at dinner, so we aren't close. "Commander Garlof, do you know who you would like as your mate," the Kea asks, and the large Commander moves forward.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

The assistant commander did not hesitate. The rotating cannon on his arm buzzed up, but the light that gathered in its course was not the clean, grelle blue of consortium. It was a nasty, deep black violet that like liquid darkness looked out. “Decking!” Kael shouted. He threw himself with his whole massive flank against me and Silas and ripped us on the hard stone of the rocky projection, seconds before the weapon was fired. The shot was adorable. The black plasma charge hit right there