My Commander Novels & Stories

Cami the new momma of a beautiful young girl smiled at her. "Just out of curiosity, are you ever gonna tell Gabi who her real mother is?" Theo asked "When the time is right, she is the heir to the Turmans Empire after all" she smiled "That's good" Leo nodded. Stephanie walked in with her buldging stomach, and here she was saying she didn't want to be a mom. "Sorry I'm late, where's my goddaughter" she rushed towards Summer. "You can't have all my kids as your godchildren Stephanie" Summer laughed.

the sound involuntary, their bodies responding to proximity with that predator despite their conscious minds. "I am Lady Katerina," she continued, "Commander of the Military faction. And I am here to determine whether you are worthy to command my warriors." Her smile widened. "Spoiler: I don't think you are."

It smelled of ozone, ancient dust, and the lingering, metallic scent of dried blood. "Report," Barzil rumbled. The Commander sat on a block of fallen masonry. His armor was gone, replaced by a simple grey tunic that showed the heavy bandaging around his ribs. He sat with absolute stillness, but I could hear the slow, heavy thud of his heart. It was a grounding rhythm in the silence. I tapped the console of the holographic projector. The screen was cracked, held together by adhesive tape and determination. The image flickered—a burst of blue static that made my pupils constrict—before stabilizing into a rotating wireframe of the City and the surrounding Wastes.

"Then who's next?" The elite commander stepped forward. His eyes glowed with a reddish sheen, burning with hatred. "You'll die sooner or later. There's no way you can stand against Alpha Garson's army. Even though they are nearly impossible to kill," the commander sneered. "Has it ever crossed your mind that they might devour you, too? Alpha Garson won't be able to protect you forever." The commander gritted his teeth. "We trust Alpha Garson. He will lead the world fairly. Small sacrifices are necessary for obedience."

a voice said, dripping with a subtle, sharp irony. Cillian looked up. Standing in the doorway was Commander Reed, a veteran of three border wars and a man who had served Lachlan’s father. Reed did not bow. He did not bare his neck. He simply stood there, his arms crossed over a chest scarred by silver-tipped claws. "And?" Cillian asked, trying to pitch his voice lower to command authority. "What do they say?"

He politely bowed toward his opponent. "I am Victor Stockholm." “ A Minister of the Hyperion Empire." The Barbarian commander, a towering man covered in scars, laughed loudly. "So you're sending a minister to fight me?" "I expected one of your generals." Victor smiled. "I'm afraid... a general isn't necessary." The commander's face darkened. "You arrogant little—" "Begin!" The referee's voice echoed across the battlefield. --- The commander roared and charged forward like a raging beast. Each step cracked the stone beneath his feet.

The commander sprang into the air and spread his hands, releasing a special double-edged sword on both hands, intending to finish Prince in front of the council that the military force was still strong. The commander's eyes were more than just red. And his homicidal purpose could be sensed throughout the corridor. But Prince, the young man, remained calm and kept a close eye on the leader. With his abilities, Prince could avoid all the commander's attacks. The commander wanted to show that he was present and ready to protect the council and their property.

Pix asked. The commander squinted before saying, "It's not something you care to know." The tone was calm, so calm that it disturbed him. "Mihdel heard of a male commander, we did not expect to see a woman in charge," another lord interjected. The warrior stepped forward, her eyes seeming to give off flames. She advanced ready to attack, but the commander raised her hand, and the girl froze and went straight again. The commander looked into the lord's eyes. "We are three commanders," she replied calmly.

Anyone else might have been helpless against Viper's threat. Not even the most skilled commandos could have saved Amber without a scratch from those thugs. However, Alexander was no ordinary guy. He was the commander of the Alex Legion, the undefeated and most powerful Lord of War—Lord of War Temple. "Briscoe is dead." He emotionlessly stared down at Viper and the gang as they frantically reloaded their guns. "I'm not telling you this to make you surrender. I'm telling you because, just like Briscoe, your fate is sealed—you're all going down!"

"Attention! From this day forward, Commander Adelaide shares command with me. Her orders are my orders. Disobey, and face military justice!" "Understood!"