Mutate Commander Novels & Stories

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.”

I command " I am working on it boss" He assures ################

"Commander-in-Chief, the alliance master has given the order!" What?

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

Soon after, a lead mutant came. “Major, the commander ordered me to replace your post”, the soldier said. “Why?”, asked Adam. He became suspicious. “He did not give more information sir”, replied the soldier. Adam looked angry. He headed towards commander Augustin. “Father, why you are sending another soldier to do my job”, said Adam. “You need to rest, I can sense that you are not in good state”, replied commander Augustin. “Just follow what I said, Adam. Please, do not do anything stupid”, he added.

He carried himself not like a starving beast or a machine programmed to kill—but more like a commander. The commander of the rogues. "Beta," Lucien murmured, keeping his gaze fixed on the beta-class rogue who had appeared in the chaos, shifting his stance instantly. I felt it: the way his weight braced, the low rumble vibrating in his chest, and his claws flexing, blood dripping down his arms and torso. "Stay close," he murmured. I swallowed hard, never taking my eyes off the creature. "That one's different from the rest we've encountered."

It was adorable how she acted like a pup that didn’t want to come in from playing. She had taunted, pounced and tempted every single wolf in the pack to play with her in an attempt to not have to shift back just yet. The commander had started to become irate, until he got a mind link from Grant. After that he seemed to see the cuteness of Gemma finally enjoying being a werewolf.

Vane scoffed, “While you were busy visiting bars and wasting away, I was keeping Chief’s Tyrell’s legacy alive and doing what needed to be done.” Visiting bars and wasting away? I was fighting the fucking serpent that was terrorizing the pack and this motherfucker had the nerves to be talking nonsense? “I won’t stand for this…” I hissed. Vane scoffed and got to his feet, “Commander Damon – these are your new fellow commanders, Tenneson and Dogma.” I gave him a puzzled look and then scoffed. “What?” “Excuse us,” Vane said to them. They saluted and as they walked out, they paused to smirk in my face.