Star Wars Supreme Commander Novels & Stories

As the battle came to an end, the atmosphere calmed, and the augmented reality display within their suits illuminated once more. The system's voice reverberated through Keagan's consciousness, congratulating him on successfully completing his daily tasks and vanquishing the infamous-ranked villain. A sense of accomplishment surged within him. "Congratulations, Keagan," the system's voice chimed. "For your triumph over the infamous-ranked villain, you are rewarded with 20 skill points. You can use these skill points to boost your attributes to level up your rank "

The heat was palpable, and the air itself seemed to hum with it. “Speak.” Maximo commanded, his tone low but firm, like a predator issuing an order. The waiter bowed his head gently. “Here is the ice cream you ordered, sir.” Maximo didn’t look away from Amelia. “Hand it to her,” he commanded, his voice still unwavering, still filled with the same dark intensity. The waitress handed the bowl of ice cream over to Amelia. She took it with a word, her eyes half fixed on his. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice so low it had a strange, seductive undertone to it that seemed to make the waitress ache in some unseen way. It was a whisper meant for Maximo’s ears alone.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

The heavy canvas flap of the command tent was violently thrown open, admitting a furious swirl of mountain snow and three hulking northern wolves. At the head of the trio was Commander Vorn, a scarred, nine-foot veteran whose grey fur bristled with undisguised contempt. He wore heavy iron plate armor, his hand resting aggressively on the pommel of his massive two-handed greatsword. Flanking him were his two chief lieutenants, their amber eyes blazing with the predatory, mutinous rage of warriors who realized they had been sold a phantom empire.

The disparity of strength between the Viper’s Den and the military was clear. “Chief Commander Hiden?” “You’re Albert Hiden, the chief commander of the State Strategic Department.” Holding his swollen chin, Sirius got back on his feet while looking at the military man in terror.

Finally, I broke the silence, leaning forward with a faint smirk. “You know, Riley,” I said, my tone smooth, deliberate. “There’s something you need to understand about me—something most people figure out the hard way.” Riley’s gaze snapped to me, his anger barely contained. “What are you talking about?” I clasped my hands together and rested them on the desk, my eyes never leaving his. “Nobody crosses me and wins. Nobody. Because I’m not just a player in the game—I own the game. I am the game master.”

Riley felt the room go colder around the edges. Celeste’s eyes narrowed. She knew it at once. “Commander,” she said softly. The word changed the temperature of the room. Dean Stormrider, standing near the chamber edge with his staff planted against the floor, went still. Remy’s usual grin vanished. Kayo’s ears twitched sharply. Rowan’s rune grid tightened by a fraction. Even Nerida’s posture sharpened. A swarm commander. Not seen since the war. Not supposed to be here. The creature spread its limbs and turned its attention on Celeste with unnerving intelligence. It was not just attacking the room. It was reading it.

He was in charge of the entire unit and the three areas under it, the only officers with the permission to see him directly were the four Commanders of Unit One. Commander Naukles Smuts was the strongest and most responsible of the four. Below him was Commander Clemens Larazza, she was an erratic overzealous officer who usually followed her own rules rather than those set by her superiors. The third and fourth ranked were the twins Garrys and Barbie Gore. Garrys was the older and had an attitude for being jumpy while Barbie was more reserved and shy than any of the commander's. The bounty limit of a Commander was one billion perus.

Selene bared her fangs at her. "He’ll regret it." "Oh, he will," Emma chuckled. "Just not the way you think." She opened the door herself. The room was massive, plush carpets, stone walls decorated with war trophies, weapons, mounted wolf heads, crests stolen from other packs. Everything the Supreme Alpha had claimed over the years. In the center stood a huge bed with black sheets, an open canopy, and high pillows. The air smelled of leather and herbal incense, but underneath it all, Selene sensed something else. A scent she couldn’t name, something that sent a chill down her spine.

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern