Return Of The Invincible Commander Novels & Stories

“A man with no ashes left，does he still think he has the right to compete with me？” The officers on the ground inhaled sharply in disbelief。 The chaotic dark-gold magnetic field stabilized instantly。 Alexander’s breathing slowly calmed。 His massive body loosened。 He lowered his head unconsciously，his nose brushing against her cheek in a possessive instinct。 Vivienne released his tie。 She pushed him away and turned toward the main console。 “Fleet command。Full charge on railguns。Turn those three talking submarines into dust。” The deputy rushed to the console and slammed the red activation button。

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

She met his attack head- on, their brands colliding with a resounding crash. The force of the impact transferred shockwaves through the ground, but Ava didn't falter. " Your reign ends then," she declared, her voice cold and bent ." For Kairo." With a swell of strength, she drove her brand forward, piercing the commander's armor and striking true. He staggered back, unbelief etched across his features as he fell to his knees. Ava stood over him, her expression grim and enduring. With a final, decisive strike, she ended his life, sealing the fate of his forces. The remaining adversary dogfaces, witnessing the fall of their leader and the impregnable fury of Ava, began to retreat in fear. Thei

One team was helping the policemen on the roads. Storm was watching the developing news. It didn't need a genius to tell him the mastermind behind the kidnapping. His life in the army had taught him to read people at first glance. He wondered how long this was going to play out before it came crashing down. Taking his phone, he made a phone call and then left a few minutes later. Frost had set up a command base in his house complete with the most high-tech equipment. The radios given to his team were of a very high frequency for communication convenience without interruptions.

The impact of the two vanguard forces colliding sent a visible shockwave through the wet tiles, cracking the white porcelain beneath their boots. ​"Stand down, Commander," Julian roared, his voice dropping into a guttural, psychotic brand of possessive mania that shook the medical bay's glass walls. He threw his massive chest plate forward, forming an unyielding human wall that completely blocked his father's line of sight to Vivian. "The line has changed. You're looking at the Director."

That's my omega - stronger than anyone gives him credit for. A roar pulls my attention back to the fight. Commander Petrov is locked in combat with a massive Ravenscrest warrior. The enemy is good, really good. His sword moves like liquid silver, each strike calculated and deadly. Petrov is holding his own, but I can see he's getting tired.

“Very true. I was still pretty young, not yet Alpha of my pack, during that battle, so I never really got to know him, but I remember my parents said he was a good guy. They always appreciated everything he and the other bear shifters did to help us against the vamps.” “Forgive me, Alpha, I forgot that you would have been old enough to fight in that battle. Would you like to join us for the meeting later this morning after Leader Bruno arrives?” I ask. I truly did forget. Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle.

wasn't just a memory anymore; it was a weapon. "Stop!" I roared, the frequency of my voice shattering the glass of the interceptor’s cockpit. The Commander froze. A slow, dark smirk spread across his face. "There she is. The Mother of the Abyss." "I'm nobody's mother," I spat, stepping in front of Thorne, who was gasping for air on the deck. "And I'm definitely not your prisoner."

They started to advance, their movements slow and calculated. I didn’t flinch. "Steven," I said calmly. Steven moved like lightning, pulling a gun from his jacket and aiming it squarely at the leader. Before any of them could react, he fired a single shot. The sound echoed through the street, followed by the leader’s scream as he dropped to the ground, holding his badly injured leg. "Jesus Christ!" one of the other men shouted, backing away. "Next time, I won’t aim for the leg," Steven warned, his voice as steady as his aim.

He grinned and winked at her. She glanced back to the commander who was still towering over her and gently holding her face. “Lean on me.” He whispered his request with a gentle smile, his gaze so intense that she felt herself blush as she broke the stare and marched around the desk to start writing out the invitations in a bid to get away from the power he seemed to have over her.