Mutate Commander Novels & Stories

' Hope screams. I continue to fight my way through the warriors. There must be at least thirty dead wolves lying around. I’m getting closer to Hope. A spear flies through the air. I catch it in time a centimetre from my right eye and immediately throw it back with full force direction it came. It pierces through Alpha Liam’s chest. Everyone stands still and stares at Alpha Liam, gasping for air as he falls to his knees, holding the spear in his chest. Blood dribbles out his mouth as he processes what I have just done. He then falls back, taking his last breath. His men are now my men. I shift back into human form, 'As the new Alpha of the Silent Howl pack, I order you to kill all members of

"He's the only reason I'm here." The amber-eyed man stepped into the light. He was massive, his muscles corded like steel cables under skin that seemed too tight for his frame. This was **Commander Valerius**, the Alpha of the Northern Sector. In the 2026 that had been hidden from us, the "Government" had collapsed into a hierarchy of strength. The Aethel-Corp hadn't just been dreaming for the masses; they had been suppressing the **Shift**.

He turns towards the confused, angry drakaina at his side and, in a sharp, ember-edged command, demands that she give me the antidote. “I apologize, regal one,” he swallows, helping me stand as my muscles relax and I slowly regain control. "My associate is still young. I am Nyxt Lunarius Prime, Commander of this station. It is my own fault that my navigator didn’t recognize you. Don’t worry, she will be properly educated in protocol." Recognize me. As what?

It would be an honor to get rid of such scum. In a flash, I was in front of him. Smirking when his eyes widened as he stared at me. “Y-you… who are you?” “Your worst nightmare.” I said, grabbing his neck and lifting him off his chair, narrowing my eyes at him. “Tell your men to stand down.” The man scoffed. My alpha aura was not affecting him. How come? Ever since my wolf mutated into a Lycan some months ago, we could command all Alphas.

And then I heard it as well—a whispering perhaps, becoming louder, approaching. “They’re here,” he replied, visibly upset and blocking my way. Before I could say anything about it, the outline of numerous people became visible; this was coming from the darkness. About six mutant wolves, with nasty-looking eyes and their bodies still like the dawning death of the woods. The commander moved as far forward as was feasible; he was grinning wickedly. “Randall,” he muttered it in a pure scornful tone. “What a pleasant surprise. And you’ve brought company.” His eyes switched to me and he gazed at me indecently.

"Then people die. That's war. But you're giving everyone the best chance possible. That's all any commander can do." Anya leaned against him, letting his solidity anchor her. Through the bond, growing stronger daily, nearing fifty percent, she felt his confidence, his faith in her. It helped more than she expected. "What happens after?" she asked quietly. "After all the facilities are destroyed, all the children saved? What do I become then?" "Whatever you choose. Luna, commander, mother, artist, anything you want. The bond doesn't define you... it enhances who you already are." "You make it sound simple."

Clearly, he was not a man to be trifled with. Maxine was startled by James’ bold declaration. “Are you really going to do it?” “Yeah.” James nodded while saying, “Someone has to get their hands dirty eventually. I’ve already approached the King. Although he isn’t able to give me much support, he’ll hold a meeting to elect a new commander for the Red Flame Army. If everything goes smoothly, I’ll probably become the Red Flame Army's commander as well as the leader of the Five Commanders. This way even if I kill Mr. Gabriel and trigger a chain event of consequences, I’ll be able to handle them properly.”

My champion was defeated. After a few long minutes of growls and loud cracks of flesh slamming into flesh, the only champions still fighting are the Commanders and Jia's Bronkark. Modok is still surrounded by other injured or unconscious Champions, but he has at least sat back up on his own. The Commanders from Cok are fighting against Commander Burk and Captain Nole as a team, but I have a hard time focusing on them. Modok is my main focus even though he hasn't looked my way. He seems ashamed of his loss, and I get it. When a stupid mistake ends your brilliant work it can be very frustrating.

one General barked. "She’s a liability. Her bond is fractured!" "She’s a mother, not a warrior." I stood. "I was a warrior before I was a Luna. I’ll be a commander now. Anyone who questions it can challenge me." Silence. Lycan Xander smirked. "Then it’s settled. Reya Mooncrest, Commander of the Northern Vanguard." My wolf howled. Pearl tucked Luis into bed. Then it happened. My vision spun. Pain lanced through my chest like silver fire. My knees hit stone. My wolf screamed.

Marcus spun gracefully, knives flashing, deflecting attacks while striking in perfect rhythm, and the ally moved like a ghost, anticipating every movement, neutralizing threats before they could strike. Adrian felt the Commander’s presence like a weight pressing on his mind. Her whispers slithered through his thoughts, venomous and insidious: You can not win. You can not save her. She will belong to me. He shook his head violently, forcing the intrusion aside. Not today. Not now. Not ever.