Master And Commander Author Novels & Stories

The goods worth a million dollars were burnt down to ashes, and they could fucking do anything about it! “The commander will come to know about it anyway. Shouldn’t we share the news with him rather than hearing it from the broadcasting news? Are you trying to take us to an early grave? You damn well know of Mr. Dickson’s short temper.” A boy who goes by the name of Leander spoke up confidently, undeterred by the other man’s outburst. The boy had only recently joined the group of soldiers. In just his little time with the commander, he had realized how grave a sin it was to hide this sort of news from him. The commander was never in a good mood. Ever. He was always displeased with everything

Claude queried puzzledly. "I'm just curious," Cassian said with a chuckle. "The first is Nero Salazar, the war hero of the northern frontier. He commands an army of a million soldiers and wields a great deal of power. He once single-handedly massacred five thousand of the enemy's forces, proving his bravery and invincible force. Because of that, His Majesty granted him the title of Marquis!

Chapter 10 Olivia Monica was already there waiting for me, she directed me to a seat in the room as she helped me with my hair and makeup. What's the monster's full name "Do you know his name?" "We aren't allowed to say his name oliva" she replied warily. "Please, I think I deserve to know who my kidnapper is. Don't you think" l asked desperately? "Austin Hernandez " she whispered " please always address him as master " she pleaded, I nodded knowing fully well that I wasn't going to listen to her. If his name pricks him then I would gladly use it against him.

"Linux, since you're going to be living in the same area with Hilda soon, I'm going to tell you the truth. The person Hilda is married to is my commander. You know who my commander is, right? He's the famous Nathan Clemon!" They were about to live in the same community and Linux and Nathan had a similar social status, so he would find out about this sooner or later. This was why Rex didn't intend to hide this from him and told him directly. After Linux learned about this, he seemed stunned. "I didn't know that Nathan Clemon is your Commander!"

Was it the current King? Or perhaps the King from a century ago? Or Lucjan from the Gu Sect? “I knew you'd be interested in hearing about this when you got back, so I kept an eye out for you,” Maxine looked at James and said. “You’d never guess who the Phantom Army’s commander is.” “Come on, don’t leave me hanging. Who is it?” Maxine enunciated each word slowly, “My grandpa, Tobias.” “What?” James stood up abruptly in shock. With a look of astonishment and disbelief, he asked, “Tobias. You’re saying that the commander of the Phantom Army is Tobias?”

The door closed behind him, leaving Leo alone with the Commander. "One moment," The commander mumbled, dipping the pen in the inkwell. Leo stood stiffly. His uneasy eyes followed the Commander as he proceeded to write, but the man's face was undecipherable. As oft before, Leo's nosiness was awakened in the attention of the guardsmen's moniker for their commander: The White Priest. He could account for it only by his thick silver hair, presently bound in a tight string at the nape of his neck. In no way could he be said to correspond to a priest --- all of whom Leo had known was short and old. The commander, by distinction, was huge, powerful, tall, and somewhat younger than his looks. Leo no

Clap! Clap! Clap! Geronimo Melvis started clapping from the side. He walked to the front of Grant Xenos and said, “Lord Commander, you have done a splendid job in this matter today. It shows that you are still really reliable in the cardinal questions of right and wrong.” Grant’s face twitched. Alex was his current master, but Geronimo was Alex’s grandfather. He had become inferior by two levels for no reason. His lips squirmed but he was unable to say a word.

“To remove the identity of the previous commander and input the one of a new commander, I believe. I have not found out much about it. I do know there must be something binding the pen to its commander, and that thing channels a command to the Shadow Legends when one is given.” “So…anyone can be in charge of the pen?” “So far, no idea. The person I discovered who used it was Aurelio. No other person has used The Pen before him.” “If that’s the case, I’m hoping you don’t think Christopher is the commander, do you?” “No, I do not. I think he WAS the commander after Aurelio—I think he has been the one giving orders since his father’s death—but not the current commander.” “You’re just assuming t

Where they'd decided to hunt wolves for generations. The commander gestured to a chair. "Sit." I sat, hands folded to hide their trembling. Cole was placed across from me. Our eyes met in shared understanding. The commander settled at the head of the table, flanked by two officers—a sharp-eyed woman and a younger man with rigid bearing. "I am Commander Garrett. Second in command of the Order. These are Captain Reyna and Lieutenant Marks." I nodded to each. Garrett was neutral. Reyna skeptical but open. Marks openly hostile.

It startled Claret, and a shiver ran down her spine simultaneously as if that man had seen right through her thoughts. Claret hurriedly picked up the new clothes and put them on obediently. She said, “Thank you, Young Master, for your assistance just now, but I heard that Master Argo is the sixth in command of Storm Corps, and he wields a great deal of power in Hathe City. So, Young Master…” Before Claret could finish, Young Master Vladimir interrupted her coldly. “Music!” As he order, the familiar music suddenly sounded in the room. Claret stood on the spot. She was a little at a loss.