My Commander Novels & Stories

The commander dismounted, he removed his helmet, revealing a stern man perhaps in his early forties with streaks of silver through his dark hair. His sharp eyes swept over the three of us. “You fought well.” None of us answered immediately. He looked at our camp and then back at us. “You aren’t from this territory.” It wasn’t a question. Caelum stepped forward cautiously. “No.” The commander nodded once.n“I thought as much.” He glanced toward the forest where the wolves had disappeared “You’re fortunate.” Aria frowned.“Fortunate?” He looked back at us, his expression unreadable. “Those weren’t ordinary wild wolves.”

All these people you see here will be queuing to have an audience with you. Then the uniformed soldiers were heard again, this time marching towards the saluting dais in camouflaged combat carrying rifles on their right hand side. The heights were marched and the drill perfect. It was as if they were preparing for this time for a very long time. The parade commander was positioned right in front of a squadron holding a golden sword in his right hand. He led the group before halting ten meters away from the dais. With a loud shout, he commanded his troops to stand at easy, then uniformly, they obeyed and they ported arms. Like in a dream, Subi saw the master of ceremony stood up and walked to

Said the Commander. It was the Commander and his son the Squad 44 PRD-class Herrscher that come to see him. “Good morning, sir! It’s was a pleasure, but I’ve finished my mission to assist the battle and had to return to Dorm 80.” Said Cornelio. “Good to hear that, and thank you for save my son!” said the Commander. “You’re welcome back, sir.” Said Cornelio. The PRD-class come close to him. “Take care yourself, Cornelio. It’s been an honor to fight as real PRD-class Herrscher under your command.” Said the Squad 44 PRD-class.

I was sure he would eventually understand that everything was out of my control. There was a knock at the door. Daemon opened it to find Captain Aeon, Alise, Alastair and another non-Fae male with him. The male was tall and less bulky than us Wolf-Shifters. He was also quite pale, like Alastair. I surmised that this must be the Vampire Commander we were waiting for. "Welcome. You must be the commander we are waiting for," announced Daemon. "Indeed," he answered, smiling. "I am Commander Eric, but please just call me Eric. I have brought a hundred warriors with me. Seeing how your Wolf-Shifters work with my Vampires will be interesting."

After seeing the pile of broken mobile phone parts on the ground, a massive murderous intent burst out from Howard again. It was apparent that they were one step too late! Yoel, who was standing behind him, shuddered uncontrollably! He knew that the city of Nimbulus was about to experience a major disaster! Whenever Commander Lincoln was angered, corpses would pile up! Only he knew best how terrifying this marshal was. The name "Commander Lincoln" alone was enough to make billions of soldiers go crazy and in awe! The godsent hero, the pride of the nation! Three years ago, Howard was only twenty-two when he became a legend in the battalion, a figure no one could compare to! Alone, he defeated

I called out as a thick wave of fog rolled between us, hiding his body from my view so that only his hard reddened eyes flashed in the darkness. The sarcasm in my tone was impossible to miss, and I felt the Commander’s rage flare like a cesspit of steaming hot shit. The tension straining between us was so thick that I could have reached out to grope it in the darkness. “You should not have come here, Laziel Brahm. This is where you die,” the Commander’s voice was closer when he spoke, making adrenaline burst in my veins and fly straight to my head. Every nerve in my body became synchronized as I cut down the wolves leaping at me from the shadows before they even had a chance to get close.

Sure, he was interested…in trying to figure out a way to keep her from finding out his secret and maintain some distance between them, while at the same time working with her amicably and protecting her from the Coven. “She’s a sweetheart, you know. Cheeky and clever, but adorable,” the Commander continued. “And her favorite flowers are daisies. She loves the scent of pomegranates and roses, and her favorite color is blue—” “Not interested,” Jester repeated. Gratitude and respect, he reminded himself as they left the office and made their way to the lifts. The staff and agents they passed stood aside and gave respectful nods and salutes. When they reached the lifts, the Commander muttered in

Ivan remarked laughingly. “Mhmm. I know of an assistant commander who's received a hundred million as pension, some head commander… Maybe two hundred million. So you’re a head commander?!” Ken joined the guessing game. “Do you have anything to prove your position as a head commander, Fane? As far as I know, any commander would hold a commander’s token as a symbol of their position.” Old Master Taylor wished really hard that Fane could show everyone his token to prove his position and that the money he used to buy what he bought, was the money he well deserved from protecting the country. In that case, it would be an honor to the Taylor family, not a disgrace.

the commander says to me before he leaves. Jareth winks at me as if the commander was joking and then he leaves the office too. I sigh relieved the moment I am alone. After a while of waiting for them to come back, I start to get bored. I look around the office several times. The dark grayish floor, the black furniture, the place is as inhospitable as its owner is intimidating. Behind the commander’s desk, there is a black bookcase where he exhibits his many trophies and decorations. I get up to look at them closely. Golden decoration for bravery, red decoration for service to the Righteous Regime, platinum decoration for risking his life for Estermond... this man has done it all. On one of