Mutate Commander Novels & Stories

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!"

The two of them left the commander's office and called May, to have a chat. They apologized to her to convinced her husband to help them upgrade their internal energy for them. At first, May was reluctant to help but with their constant pleading, she agreed and invite Prince to have a secret meeting with the commander and Judith. He agreed because of the involvement of May in their pleading. Asked the two of them to sit crossed leg and began to conjure in that process I removed the supreme conjurer's book for power from his pocket and upgraded Commander and Judith's internal energy levels to martial emperor power level 2.

There was a hint of uncertainty in the Commander’s eyes, but it disappeared quickly. “I am his Alpha. He was born to hunt animals, not people. Do you think this is our first breakthrough? My soldiers are one hundred per cent more effective than in any other sector because of me,” the Commander said. “But if you want to test that theory, I’m more than willing to oblige.” The Commander grinned and turned back to his creation. “What is your primary objective, soldier?” the Commander asked. The Hunter in the cage stopped pacing and faced his leader. He stood perfectly still though his eyes still flashed. The wolf inside him was unstable, yet he showed control of it. But he was still...off.

ability, healing them at a rate of 200 HP per second. [Undying Commander- Epic Rank] [Aura Type] As I studied the details of this skill, it became clear that Lance's strengths were now firmly rooted in his ability to lead and inspire his troops, rather than in individual accomplishments. "His skills are more centred toward commanding an army, and not meant for individual heroics," I mused, a sense of recognition dawning upon me. Indeed, the young man I had once known seemed to have undergone a profound transformation. The haughty, self-assured demeanour I had witnessed had given way to a more focused, disciplined approach – one that prioritized the collective power of his forces over persona

he told the pilots, “there’s something you should know about yourselves.” This statement alarmed them to some degree. “What? Why? Did we turn into mutants or something?” joked Redstar. The Commander turned his head away, as though he thought about it. Then shook his head in disagreement. “No, but your behavior has changed these past few weeks,” he said. “Not really sure if it’s Prometheus causing it, but the evidence points that way. And you all should know about them.” “What do you mean changed?” asked Miko. “And how can you tell?”

“I know you want this. You want to rip this shirt off my body, and fuck me into this chair.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to erase the image as I fought my body’s natural instinct. My cock was as hard as a fucking rock as I sat there imagining what it will feel like sucking her breasts into my mouth. "You should stop!" "I like how you command me. It turns me on. Keep doing that and I might just come quick. Command me." She begged. Her words replayed in my head. She fucking likes it when I tell her what to do?

Damn it, Alpha Garson infected his own soldiers with parasite mutations, too! One elite commander leaps down and lands directly in front of me. His armor is drenched in black blood, his face pale with swollen veins bulging along his neck. Thick black spider veins spread across his face.

The ancient monarchs had known exactly what they were doing. They had made the ritual impossible to abandon. Sol cursed under his breath. Then turned toward the commanders. His voice carried across the battlefield. Sharp. Powerful. Certain. "Hold the line!" The warriors immediately obeyed. The Alpha commanders moved without hesitation. The pack trusted him. Trusted us. The realization strengthened my resolve. One of the commanders stepped forward. "We can protect you." Sol nodded. "Good." Another mutant emerged. Then ten more. Then fifty. The forest itself seemed alive with monsters.

‘Lucky for the witch, or you would be in trouble,’ Fafnir said, his voice between praise and scolding. “Your commander is dead, I am now taking command, do any of you dispute my lead?” Rex shouted, placing one foot on the dead commander's chest, pulling his sword out and laying it across his shoulders, the blackguard soldiers started murmuring between themselves, “Serve me willingly or die, if you want to serve and live, kill the necromancers.” ‘Bold move,’ Fafnir huffed.