My Commander Novels & Stories

"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**.

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.”

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

The splash of waves against the hull mixed with the creak of wooden planks, each sound grounding him. An unknown creature sang from the distance, its voice high and undulating, rolling into the air like lulling music. “Listen up,” Commander Haemos said, his commanding voice pulling their attention. “We’re deep into this damned inlet. You’d best do everything to keep your ears off that cursed song and keep your eyes peeled.” As he spoke, he bit off a finger and spat it into the water, causing a small splash and ripple. The commander didn’t even flinch. It didn’t take long before the wounded stump sizzled and began to regenerate.

It wasn't only the demands being made on his time, or the weight of responsibility. His heart spasmed when he thought about his brother. His Alpha. All the times he'd fought against him over duties or rules. He'd always chaffed under his command. They were close in age. He'd always felt that it was unfair Brodi got to rule just because he was a few years older than him. He was stronger, in his mind. More battle tested. But now he had just a small inkling of everything Brodi had been juggling for years. Everyone wanted a piece of him. He was never 'off duty'. Brand knew how many times he was interrupted trying to spend time with his mate. And he did it all without complaint. Brodi had never b