Mutate Commander Novels & Stories

The man standing in the middle, who looked like their leader said. "Who are you? I don't like talking to strangers," "I'm Muda. The commander of the rogues pack," I snickered. "Rogues have packs now? Does that make them still a rogue or a wolf?" "I'm not here for questions and answers, Commander. I need just one thing from you," I scratched the back of my head. "The last time I checked, I still don't do favor for rogues," I emphasized the word, Rogues.

The commanders immediately began getting into a queue, with Commander Hunter swiftly taking his place at the very front. Dane noticed me still sitting in my chair and added, "With the exception of Elsie, of course." He then walked over and joined the back of the line himself. I watched as Commander Hunter stepped up first, sliced his palm without flinching, and slammed his hand against Quinn's opened palm. Blood mixed between them, linking their minds. Because werewolf wounds healed at a ridiculously fast rate, the King had to slash his own palm after every two presses just to keep the cut open.

The heavy canvas flap of the command tent was violently thrown open, admitting a furious swirl of mountain snow and three hulking northern wolves. At the head of the trio was Commander Vorn, a scarred, nine-foot veteran whose grey fur bristled with undisguised contempt. He wore heavy iron plate armor, his hand resting aggressively on the pommel of his massive two-handed greatsword. Flanking him were his two chief lieutenants, their amber eyes blazing with the predatory, mutinous rage of warriors who realized they had been sold a phantom empire.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

I stuttered, “what? How? Besides only the commander of the guards can enforce and arrest, and that’s Klaus.” “About that,” a sly smile crept to his lips, “I replaced the traitor as the commander. Very soon, I’ll replace him as the beta and take my rightful place beside the Alpha. Now, you can come out here and follow us gently, or we’d have to take you in by force.” “I will not follow you in the middle of the night,” I protested, “if you want to arrest me, do it in the day when the pack can see you. Or does your Alpha have something to hide?”

Kael joined me, his breath was still heavy, but the Commander was awakened. He looked at his hands, on the claws that useless against these opponents and then to me. “They are immune to projectiles. They manipulate gravity,” he said, and one dangerous, calculating sparkling entered his eyes. “So we have to stop. fight them like soldiers.” I knew the gray ash dust from the forehead and stole an ice cold smile on my lips. The shock was distorted. Now I was back in mine Element. “Right”, I replied, dashed over my tool backpack and looked at Silas and

"Danielle, get the signal back up. The world needs to see how a General fights back." "They’re firing, Joshua! The first wave is hitting the ridge!" "Hold the line. If we break now, the nursery secret dies with us." "The fleet is closing in! They’re not even waiting for a signal!" "Vance, look at me. Does that blood feel like yours?" "It feels... cold. It feels like power." "Then use it. Shift. Show them why they shouldn't have started this war." "I am the Commander of the Pack now. Is that it?"

His expression suddenly turned dangerous. “Leave,” he commanded and Amelia stared at him perplexed. The change was so sudden to her. She made a gentle blink and tried to touch him but he took a step backward. “Leave Amelia! Right now!” Amelia tried to comprehend everything that happened but she couldn't. “Did... Did I do anything?” “Leave!” he yelled Amelia flinched at his undertone, tears welled up in her eyes but she couldn't help it. She turned to leave blinking the tears backward.

Mellow. Everything Zachili just said makes sense. It’s the part about the pen that confuses me. Is it an actual pen or is it another object that bears ‘The Pen’? “What do you mean by resetting the pen?” I ask. “To remove the identity of the previous commander and input the one of a new commander, I believe. I have not found out much about it. I do know there must be something binding the pen to its commander, and that thing channels a command to the Shadow Legends when one is given.”

"You refuse to grovel, huh? If you don't, I'll smash this pathetic bottle under my boot! I'll let that faking bitch breathe her last right now!" "Excellent! You really are a pathetic, submissive little thing, aren't you, Yvonne?" "If she's just going to play sick, she should just drop dead and get it over with. She's just a waste of space here." Joseph's heartless command as he told the student athletes to strap us to the roof of the ambulance rang out, "You lot! Get over here—grab Wanda and Yvonne, lift them onto the roof of the ambulance, and strap them down!"