Lieutenant Commander Worf Novels & Stories

Something sharp, that told them that he was not asking. He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as he picked his three most trusted lieutenants. “Darius, Finas and…” he paused, turning around till he met the gaze of his only female lieutenant, “Sara.” The chosen wolves exchanged glances, nodded, turned to face Orion, and all bowed. “Yes commander.” “Good,” Orion answered with a nod, “Everyone else leave. I need to speak with them alone.” Behind him, Ronan sputtered in shock, his lips parted as he moved to dispute his father’s decision, but a slap on his hand from his mother reminded him of his place.

Flashing her a smile, he diverted his gaze and got immersed into conversing with Elaine. She drew in a harsh breath. Trying to press in her emotions, she strode towards her house when she heard an excited voice exclaim her title. “Commander!” Her steps halted, and a young werewolf rushed to stand in front of her. There was a bright smile on his face while he raised a badge, holding it close to her eyes. “Look at it, Commander. I am the leader of squad two.” Those black eyes of his sparkled, waiting for Ashlyn to shower him with compliments. On contrary to his expectations, her expression only displayed boredom while she commented, “I know.”

"Chika Whitmore. Vanguard commander for the Afolayan Dominion." Morgan repeated the name, her brow furrowing as if trying to decipher an encrypted code from a broken ledger. Tracy instantly stepped into the gap, her aura flaring to shield my position. "Commander Welch, this wolf operates under the direct protection of the Supreme Throne. If his scent has violated your perimeter codes, the error belongs to my unit."

Then, I realized that there was really someone behind him. It was a man who seemed like Lucretius's age, dressed in a military uniform. His ginger hair was neatly combed while had a beautiful pair of amber eyes. I knew him. That was Lucretius' second-in-command, Leofrick Ewart, who was the current Alpha of the Crimson Crisis Pack and Lieutenant Commander of his unit. "Greetings, Commander Lucretius, Lieutenant Leofrick," I greeted, ignoring what Lucretius said earlier. I must not get affected by seeing Lucretius' handsome, striking face. I must not get seduced by him again. I chanted in my head.

Brown skinned, dark haired, gray eyed and sporting a few combat scars on his face. “This is Lieutenant Able Froster of the third platoon. But now second in command of Lictor Squad. Your new outfit Captain Likaya.” Aster offered a hand to the Lieutenant, hesitant at first. The man inched his hand towards hers and shook it, their scarred palms met, signaling some measure of an assurance that both had served in battle. “Captain.” Able Froster’s voice was blunt yet clear. The perfect military tone. “A pleasure Lieutenant,” She replied as they returned to the introduction.

At the age of 12, I was blessed with my Wolf, unlike most kids. At 13, I held my claws against the Commander's neck. By 16, I had already graduated early from College in defense and was promoted to a Warrior in my father's team. At 18, I was a commander, frontliner, and healer with my Wolf.

Lamia had sent Mason with Tawny as her personal bodyguard along with a handful of other men I also trained. “Do you idiots not know who this wolf is?” Mason growls at the werecats holding us in place. “Let him be this instant!” He scowls moving closer to us. “This is Commander Hunji, the right-hand wolf to Queen Lamia.” He turns, fist clenched glowering at the warriors with anger. “We fought beside him in the battle for Riocht. You ignorant bunch of felines! Show some respect!” A look of shame came across the faces of the warriors and the one who had spoken for them looked at me with regret in his eyes “Please forgive us, commander, we did not recognize you.”

Then I saw him. A big bastard of a wolf. Snarling and snapping at the anyone who was trying to retreat from the attack. Nova growled a rumbling growl. That was the commander. Anders’ lacky sent here to murder my people. Finally releasing the steering wheel, I stood up. Keeping my eyes fixed on the leader, I stepped toward the bus door. Opening it without looking. “Luna… don’t…” Tarvyn called out to me, but I didn’t listen.

Howl Wolf Thor Evans is the horn keeper of the Vanara pack and second-in-command of the wolves. He supports Alpha Lowell no matter what, except in two situations: when he is breaking horns or making incredibly bad decisions that bring harm to the Vanara Pack. Other than this, he is always ready to sacrifice his life for Alpha Lowell. He has a reputation for being a man who doesn't like to get angry or upset easily, and yet he can be very hard-headed when he needs to be.

The screens flickered. The synchronized entity appeared. Although it had no visible face, there was a slight amount of instability beneath the surface. As soon as it began speaking, the bridge was silent throughout. The speaker stopped. HUMAN MILITARY FORCES. Lena answered carefully. The individual in question is Earth Defense Coalition command commander Admiral Lena Okafor. ". The organism lowered its head to some degree. A strangely human gesture. YOUR SPECIES PREPARES PREEMPTIVE VIOLENCE.