Star Wars Supreme Commander Novels & Stories

"You should have stayed in command." Davis glances at Claude, and both quickly look from me to Henderson, who keeps a stern face, as if focused solely on the mission ahead. He is in command of the mission, and that’s how it’s going to stay even though he knows most of those present would have chosen me. I don’t care about that. I just want to move forward and complete the mission. After that, I can spend a month at home. I miss my mother and my younger brother.

He held his sword in his left hand, his jet-black hair tousled lightly by the cold breeze. “This won't go as far as killing, will it, my love?” the Queen asked her husband. The Supreme didn’t reply but simply smiled at her. “Zumir will not fall or be defeated. He’s no ordinary vampire. Trust in our son, my queen,” said the Supreme. Prince Zumir positioned himself before the warrior, staring blankly. There was no fear or emotion on his face. As Romelda’s countdown ended, the fight began. Everyone watched in awe as, in less than a minute, the warrior was defeated—Zumir’s sword pointing at him.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

Thank you, my Queen," he bowed and left At the Underground Commanders Ike, Kelly, and Kelsey were with their squad members. Kelvin stood beside his Commander and watched him issue orders. Meanwhile, the Supreme Commander was with the other Commanders, Freeman, and Nathan. He watched as they planned their attack. Thereafter, he applauded them, "Good job, Commander Nathan. With your strategy, it won't take us long to bring down the heads of those idlers. "You are right, the Supreme Commander." He strolled to Commander Kelsey and Kelvin to observe their preparation. Then, he advised them, "You don't have to worry much about your border. There are no threats there." "I agree with you, the Suprem

The mechanical man made a slight bow towards both colonials. "Gentlemen, I am Commander John Price, commander of the 92th BattleGroup and the Battlestar Invictus. Standing beside me is my second in command, Colonel Mark Howard" who nodded upon the mentioning of his name. I welcome you aboard my vessel. Before you enter however, I understand your need for a security team, but I must insist on them leaving their assault weapons behind." he nodded at the bulky looking rifles the soldiers were carrying. "Enough accidents have happened when someone got jumpy. You may keep your sidearms." The soldiers gave questioning looks to their superiors, but after an approving nod, they left behind their rif

she murmured, letting out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over her bottom. He smacked one of his hands down on her butt. “Give me a color, sub,” he said in a low voice. “Sorry, Sir. Green, Sir.” Usually, the sight of a sub tied down awaiting his pleasure would have his cock hard and throbbing. But he barely felt a stirring as he rubbed her ass. Moving to the small table that held a number of toys, he picked up a Vortex wand. The cord was extra-long, easily reaching the bench he had Lila secured to.

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

whispered the officer I was fighting earlier, who was called Officer Corpuz. I folded my arms. I'm hard-headed. When I don't want to. I do not want it. I stared at their commander. Challenging him. I didn't back down, especially when I wanted something. "Miss" Officer Corpuz warned me. I ignored him. Men here are afraid of their commander. Not me! I am not afraid. I saw him call an officer inside the office. I did not hear their conversation, but based on the movement of their mouths. The commander asked him. The officer went to his ear and whispered something to him. He nodded and dismissed the officer afterwards.

I sulk thinking about the sexy alien warrior yet again. I roll My eyes at my defiant body that just does not want to let go of the new leading man in my new fantasy obsession. I picture him standing beside the tub in his full armor observing my naked body beneath the waters’ surface. My heart starts slamming against my ribcage the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I make eye contact with him.

He must have decided to shift and search like the men he’d given orders to, because he chose that moment to reach down and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. Had Isabella been in human form, she would have had to stifle a gasp. The spine and musculature he revealed were rippled with sinew, but the scars were what stole her breath. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight, her wolf eyes allowed her to see. The commander’s body was a history of battles won and lost, wars waged on behalf of a supernatural empire. And then he turned around and Isabella’s breath caught. He wasn’t any commander. He was the commander. In an instant, she recognized exactly who he was. This cowboy wolf was none oth