My Commander Novels & Stories

My eyes lit up with excitement. He nodded curtly, but his forehead creased seeing my reaction. "Oh, dear... Don't tell me you're actually excited to see that stubborn commander!" he said in disbelief. I gasped. "What do you mean, stubborn commander?!" I looked at him in disbelief. "She's... She's more than just a commander. She's the first female battle commander! She's a legend!" I emphasized, not accepting what he said.

“Tell me Dad, what's going on?” Commander held his eyes for a moment before sighing. “It's complicated.” “How so?” Commander folded his arms together. “Peter King is my nephew… your cousin.” Captain's eyes widened.

Mia dragged me down the hallway with excitement. “Your eyes are gorgeous,” she said. “The Commander is unbelievably lucky.” “Thank you... but who exactly is the Commander?” I couldn’t help letting out a quiet laugh. She stopped walking, stared at me like I’d said something absurd. “Wait! you seriously don’t know?” Unease settled in my chest. “Know what?” “The Commander,” she repeated. “The military leader who led the biggest victories during the last war.” The words made my stomach drop. Of course I knew him.

She had been corrupted by evil, and now she could control the very oceans themselves, creating tsunamis and whirlpools at will. Julius, the Third Commander, was an ex-Alpha from the Wolfsbane Clan. He could summon lightning bolts that could split the sky and incinerate anything in their path. Dray, the Fourth Commander, was a shadow hunter from the Shadow Hunter Clan. He could manipulate the shadows to his will, appearing and disappearing without a trace and creating illusions that could deceive even the most perceptive minds.

He isn't the youngest commander of this Kingdom for nothing. "By any chance old man, do you know who's leading the troupe by now?" I asked, hoping not to hear the thing that I've been thinking. "If I'm not mistaken, it's the renowned youngest commander, Commander Trafalgar." the old man answered making me curse out loud. They all look surprised of course but I don't care about my image anymore, I just heard the worst.

But to think that the two swords of the generals are slain like that, just who the hell are those guys that did that? “Clad, that guy who is the last descendant of the Higgens. Clad Volmar. Connor’s grandson, I knew that one day he would be back to get his revenge, which is why I told you to take his life as soon as possible. This is the result of you neglecting your job! Are you aware of the sin you have committed? ” Slamming the table, Allan was mad. He is so mad that his head is a shade of red. But the two generals remain calm as he turns his anger toward them.

he says, and Krystal looks over her shoulder at us briefly before maneuvering us behind the group of Makskins being led by Zor. Deep breaths, Fiadh. Deep breathes. The female line begins to sit down, and we take our seats accordingly. "Now then, let us begin. It is my greatest honor to present this Harvest's Champions. We begin with the Commanders-Commander Garlof, age 27, from the planet Cok. Defeated and conquered a Rusckods base with only seven soldiers. Commander Fornis, age 26, from the planet Cok as well. He led a covert mission into Muysocks controlled space. Not only was the mission a success, but he also didn't lose a single soul in the mission. Commander Burk, age 27, from the plan

A cute voice asked. “Because she is the only female warrior of the Xenakis tribe, she’s the leader’s daughter!” The redheaded girl explained. “Woah!!!” They all exclaimed at the revelation. Apparently, most of them had neither seen nor heard of her before. The redheaded girl nodded in affirmation. “So I heard that Alpha Russe’s charm had made her infatuated with him.” She whispered again. “Eishh! Doesn’t she have her own mate? Or is she the legendary mate-less warrior from our history classes?” The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice.

The Commander stood at its head, head bent as if considering the spread of ink and parchment was more pressing than the arrival of a half-dead stranger. When their eyes finally lifted, it felt like a blade catching mine. “Leave us,” they said without glancing at the scarred soldier. The soldier stiffened. “Commander—” “That wasn’t a suggestion.” Reluctantly, the scarred soldier stepped back, the tent flap falling closed behind them. Silence folded heavy. The Commander studied me for a moment that stretched too long. Then: “You don’t look like Luciano’s.” I blinked. “I’m not.”

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.