Mutate Commander Novels & Stories

I shouted. My voice was a rough rasp. I looked down at a lieutenant of the Blood-Drinker clan. "And tell your men if they eat the seed stock, I will freeze their tongues!" The lieutenant grunted. He ran off, his boots scraping against the concrete—sharp and dry. "You look stressed, Tactician," Barzil rumbled. He climbed the ladder. The metal groaned under his weight—a slow, grinding sound. The Commander looked different. The silver-light of the Resonance had knit his skin. The lash wounds were gone. He moved with a heavy density. His presence was a physical weight that pressed against my chest.

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Luna rose her body and fully faced her superior, she was more taller and bulkier that the commander and her bleeding knuckles just as blood dripped down—before touching the ground it instantly froze into a red crystal. “What’s your name?” the commander asked the same manner she asked Skylark earlier but Luna ignored her—she stood still while she scowled at the commander. “Fine if you can’t answer don’t mind if I force it out of you.” The commander said walking more closer to Luna releasing small red orange dots from her eyes—this was the commander's potency: when in contact with the red orange dots it tends to suck any essence of life from it contactor. Not until both sides were blocked by B

"Zander, get your ass out here. We move in 10. You need to get out here and be briefed on our course of action and your position. Dont make me command you son. Remember the last time?" Yeah another thing about an alphas command, he may noy be able to command you to make a sandwich, but he can manipulate his command to include not letting anyone out alive. So instead of just commanding us to "fight in this war" he could say "fight in this war, and make sure you kill every last one of them." Or he coukd be an arsewhole and just say "fight with me, and slaughter the offspring." Yeah no thanks. And besides, its also very painful. It's like you have tunnel vision. Only that command, until you hav

I glared at Commander Walter, giving him a meaningful stare. He sighed and nodded. "Pardon us, Commander Rachelle." He turned at the newly appointed 20th commander, Morris Highgate who just spoke out of nowhere. "Don't stop her. She'll come back in flesh. No need to oppose her, Commander Morris." But Morris just snorted and shook his head but he already stayed silent. I continued attaching the daggers I need with wolfsbane and inserted them into my holster. "Just wait for me to come back here, Commander Morris and you will see that I am more capable than sitting here," I said as I couldn't help but be boastful at him. I turned at General Jose who was silently watching us making arguments. "I

he murmured. Jia's gaze moved between the target and her trembling hands. Her eyes darted around— desperate to avoid the weapon. "Focus, Jia" Silvio's voice was firm, drawing her attention back to the target. She could hear the steadiness in his breath “Shoot” he commanded

“Good, so you’ll need to work on trying to make that veil firmer…like an impenetrable door. That only you can grant access to…” Jace continues. “Okay…I can work on that.” “Remember you are connected to each other, but the human side is the commander. You command the wolf, not the other way around. Otherwise your wolf will gain too much power and will fight back each time.” His words make me pause for a moment…could wolves do that.

"Attention! From this day forward, Commander Adelaide shares command with me. Her orders are my orders. Disobey, and face military justice!" "Understood!"

"If anyone gets within fifty yards, shut them down. No engagement unless it’s forced, but don't let a single soul see us moving." He tapped the screen, hit another line, and spoke again. "She’s moving with us. Prep the transport." Ava watched from the doorway, a cold, hollow ache hollowed out her chest. This wasn't the man she thought she knew. This was a commander, and the most terrifying part was how naturally he wore that skin. The world seemed to shift and bow the second he spoke. She realized then that he hadn't just stepped into this life he’d been born to it.

He was choosing his militia over me. "What's the matter, Commander?" Damon’s voice cut through the noise, loud and sharp. He stepped up right next to the crate, leaning in close, a vicious, satisfied smirk on his face. He didn't look like the buddy who traveled through camp anymore. He looked like the monster from the woods, his eyes dark, hungry, and completely feral as he stared up at me on the box. "You want to give the order, or should I?"