My Commander Novels & Stories

I whispered to Alexandro. "Head of security," he answered briefly. The bearded man, Commander, now stood in front of Alexandro. He opened both his arms. "Hug me! Haven't seen you in months." Alexandro didn't move. "I don't hug men." "You're always so cold. Come on, just once." The Commander didn't wait for an answer. He immediately hugged Alexandro. Hard. Tight. Alexandro just stood still, his hands in his pockets, his face flat.

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.”

Not after witnessing hundreds of fervent wolves standing beneath the walls and referring to Grayson by a title that was perilously close to worship. In the middle wagon was the captured Hollow Fang wolf. Bound. protected. Quiet. Grayson was riding close to the front. His mind stayed somewhere else. Returning to Reed Manor. Return to the battlements. Returning to Savannah, she stood next to him while Hollow Fang publicly declared war. A horse came up behind them. Ryder. The army commander of Black Ridge. Alongside Grayson, the big wolf led his mount. "You've been quiet." Grayson continued to focus on the road.

It was left with just, Bronza, Basha, Alloy, Greg, Melie and Gigi, on the dining table. Basha cleared his throat as he spoke, “Bronza! You’ve been my close friend for a long time, and you alone can assist me now, I have come to borrow your armies to fight against my brother, Zhara and his armies, for my kingdom is losing its armies in this war against Yener.”

Her manic gaze fixes me in place. “Emery Aldair is commander of Kaelara Naval Station, the highest rank in the navy,” she continues, voice low and venomous. “He controls the coast guards. He could destroy a ship the size of Yoseff Beckett’s yacht and make it look like a minor accident. A small boat? He could capsize it with a flick. He could call it a mistake, and his men would follow. Half the navy are werewolves loyal to him. He can do anything.”

A figure has come to stand beside her, tall and broad and armor gleaming under the moonlight, white teeth sparkling in a roguish grin- “Commander?” It cannot be. But it is. Commander Lincoln stands before her with all the casual grace of a man out for a stroll, confidence is as alien as it is captivating on the shoulders of a person who stands on a battlefield and yet still somehow manages to look as though he is at home. Stella gapes at him.

If he even was- I shook my head, not allowing the thought to push any further. He was okay, and he would be with me soon enough. "I am over five hundred years old, Princess. I know the art of war better than anyone. It is why I am the Commander, after all, why I have been for the last two hundred years," He said matter of factly, and I forced myself not to roll my eyes. "This isn't war, though. It's about politics, and it's something I was have been taught and surrounded by my entire life." I narrowed my eyes before speaking again.

They knew that but still sent a declaration of war. “Commander, what should we do?” Hearing Nolan's question, Ezra calmly replied, "Wait for them to come." "This…?" Windy suspected that she had misheard, so she asked again. “I want to know the purpose of the person who came to declare war.” Ezra knew very well what he was doing and what he was in, and the better he knew what he was doing. Nolan and Windy had confidence in Ezra so they didn't ask any more questions or say anything more. The most important thing for a Wolf when facing a battle is to trust his leadership.

Eric said almost to himself *** At the same time in a small room were six people all seated around a rectangular table, two sat on one side, two sat on the other side while two sat at the edges, all six of them had the appearance of middle aged men but they were all Hunters who have lived for over two hundred years, they all had the aura of otherworldly experts but one of them was even more magnificent than the rest as he had the airs of a ruler even though he wasn’t clad in his royal garb the aura he was exuding wasn’t something that could be disguised or hidden by causal wears, he was the Ruler of the Hunter Race commonly known as Hunter King while the other five were the Utmost Exalted El

Derek’s blue eyes were immediately inflamed, and I realized that what the commander had thrown in his face was something delicate to him, and that it had more effect than a sword stroke, he snorted like an immature teenager and entered the hall. I turned to the commander. — He seems to be very young. — I commented. — He is, and to make matters worse does not control his wolf side, is always irritable..., but this is partly because of what happened in the past... I didn’t get a chance to ask what had happened in the past. — Finally the commander returns! — another male voice surprised us. He was a tall man, broad shoulders and strong, his hair was the same shade of chocolate as Derek and he h