Mutate Commander Novels & Stories

"Without these food vouchers and the raw grain in those beds, Saed won't even have enough silver to pay his mid-tier guard detail at the end of the week. Mutiny is a very hungry beast, Liam. If you don't feed it, it eats its master. The noose is officially tied, Commander." Liam let out a dark, feral chuckle that rattled in his throat, a sound more animal than man. His hand reached out, his thick scarred fingers tracing the cold iron railing of the lookout post right next to her fingers. He didn't touch her, but the proximity between them was thick with a heavy, magnetic friction: the latent kinetic energy of his Lycan nature pressing against her sharp analytical aura.

I want the Commander to win for Krystal's sake, but his bulk scares me. The crowd's growl reaches its climax, and the Commander darts forward. He comes at his opponent as if he is planning a frontal attack but ends up shifting into a slide. The male from Gaimo sees the shift in height too late, and the Commander lands a massive punch to his stomach.

I had violated the letter of the mandate, but honored the spirit of the Gravitic Accord. I sealed the Anchor's settings and immediately set course for the 102nd Node. I was now a Commander who understood that sometimes, the perfect geometry is an act of defiance against the prescribed plan. The responsibility for the success or failure of the Vesparia-7 pause rested entirely on my new command.

And then— It clicked. “We don’t shut them down,” I said. “We change them.” Dominic frowned. “Change how?” “We make them unpredictable.” Cassius tilted his head. “They already are.” “Not enough,” I said. “Right now, they follow adaptive logic.” “We need to break that pattern.” The presence pulsed. “You are suggesting structural mutation.” “Yes.” “That will disrupt system efficiency.” “Yes.” “But it will also disrupt them,” I said. A pause. Then— “Accepted.”

Hadrian looked towards Linus several times and when he couldn’t even catch his glance, he changed tactic and turned his attention to the commander who was leading him away “You seem to forget who pays your wages.” “On the contrary, I remember who my loyalties are pledged to.” Commander responded curtly before smirking, his lips curling in disdain “Heh! Looks like his grace was right…. the magpie really thought it took over the nest… forgetting it was never a nest but a den…”

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

I whispered, though the sting pulsed with my heartbeat. He crossed the distance between us in three strides. The air changed; it became thick, alive, heavy with something neither of us wanted to name. His hand caught mine before I could pull away. The touch was firm, warm, unyielding, and for or a moment, I hated that it still made me shiver. “You always say that,” he murmured, his eyes still fixed on my cut. “That it’s nothing.” “Because when it’s something, you’re never here.”

“I, Skylar Anastasia Cross, take up the mantle. I step into the position of Commander, not to order, but to lead. My life is now forfeited to the protection of my brothers.” The guys hollered and howled, stomping their feet on the floor. Paul patted the table and I pulled my shirt off. My bra came next but I held it in place as I laid down on my stomach. “You trust me to tattoo what I feel is you?” Paul asked, as I heard him pop the top off a marker. “Of course.” I felt his fingers brush away my hair. “After, we’ll shave the side of your head to do the commander mark.”

“I don’t see why we need the commander anyway. Why can’t we take one of their other warriors and be done with it?” “Lucas said it has to be him. You heard what happened with the other shifters, the bobcat and the cougar. Too weak. The wolves have been the best result, and the purer the blood, the better. If we capture the commander, then Lucas can synthesize his blood and we’ll be able to control those mongrels once and for all.” The second voice grumbled. “They smell awful. Do you think it will taste okay? Werewolf blood instead of human?”

The commander became mute, glancing at the boss. Sighing, Alex replied, "YEAH, you're right. She is not. But the moment she crosses the white gate, she'll become a Kova. And as such, you'll need to respect and protect her as one." "Seriously boss, that's not fair," Rick cried out in frustration. "Well, it's not just you, but everyone on the team," he stated. "Hmm, that includes me too, Boss?" Avanska questioned. "Being the commander and all, I should..."