Mutate Commander Novels & Stories

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

"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?"

And the only one standing was their leader, a scarred wolf, the one littered with tattoos. Silently, I saw some people walking towards us, holding some clothes and towels in hand, giving us as we transformed back. “You,” I pointed to the weakened wolf left. “Shift back,” By order, using my Alpha tone and command, he had no choice but to shift back. He was wounded, bloodied, and battered, but his tattooed face remained stone even in defeat. Martha walked to my side once more, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You shall be the commander of my army,” I declared and it shocked everyone, including Martha who gasped beside me.

He was exhausted, she watched him lean back against the dirt, looking like he could pass out any moment. The attack happened so fast, their small pack was dwindling to nothing. They were still in the process of recovering from the last raid. At Least the last pack that came through didnt take prisoners. They took their supplies and lives were lost but did not take hostage. Their Alpha was killed in two raids ago along with his son and heir. Beta John has now stepped up but there hasn't had time for the pack, what was left of it to swear loyalty to him. Was happy for that. He had been mindlinking her for the last several days ordering her to come back. She was thankful he wasn't officially th

he kept shouting at me. His black eyes became an incredibly bright blue, and his teeth lengthened. I watched in shock as his dark hair lost its pigmentation, turning white... The commander was transforming... And I was his target. He was going to kill me. And I didn't even know why I had killed his friend.

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.

I then let his throat go and retreated growling, tall and regal in the moon's light. Kaelen was at my right side, his midnight-black fur rubbing against my pure white coat. Caleb was on my left and Jace was covering our blind spot. The mate bond vibrated with the power and excitement of pride. They were my and I was theirs. The commander came up onto his knees, rubbing his bruised throat. The other Lycans fell to their knees, and their heads were bowed low to the moss. “You are greater than your father,” the commander growled, his eyes awed with a new and frightening kind of reverence. “Vane.” Commander of the Exiled Vanguard. “We are yours to command. But we must move quickly.”

After suffering a punch from the commander, the protective energy within Chase was completely gone. "Damn it! He tricked me!" The commander's face fell as he said furiously, "You cunning bastard. You were pretending to be weak so that I'd make a wrong judgment. You wanted to use the opportunity to your advantage. I won't allow that!" He put his hands together for an incantation. True energy was channeled from his body and into the halberd, making it glow in a dark light as threads of dark runes appeared. The commander held up the halberd and rushed forward like a demonic king. He looked vicious and bloodthirsty as he headed right at Chase. He spun the halberd like a pinwheel, and the air aro