Supreme Commander Crossover Novels & Stories

"He's the only reason I'm here." The amber-eyed man stepped into the light. He was massive, his muscles corded like steel cables under skin that seemed too tight for his frame. This was **Commander Valerius**, the Alpha of the Northern Sector. In the 2026 that had been hidden from us, the "Government" had collapsed into a hierarchy of strength. The Aethel-Corp hadn't just been dreaming for the masses; they had been suppressing the **Shift**.

A pause. "But I never thought…" "I'd be foolish enough to stand against you." He let out a long breath. Resigned. It was over. Completely over. Alessandro stepped forward. "Mr. Cross." A slight bow. "It's a pleasure to see you." Lucien gave a brief nod. Then turned to the commander. "Take them." His voice was calm. Cold. "And make sure…" "No one involved here…" "Ever rises again." — "Yes, sir." The commander responded immediately.

“Still is, technically. She took her GED’s and you know she passed them.” I looked at Emmett, Steph, Vince, and Henry as they stood near the back wall. All of them were smiling but there was a level of pride that I hadn’t seen before. One that started to make me tear up again. “So, will you take up the position, Skylar?” I turned back to Paul, who was smiling at me. “I, Skylar Anastasia Cross, take up the mantle. I step into the position of Commander, not to order, but to lead. My life is now forfeited to the protection of my brothers.”

The fate of the world hung in the balance, and their quest held the key to restoring harmony. Fen, the indomitable leader, stood resolute, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon. He declared his intention to confront Alex and Kai, the formidable leaders of the Gaia clan, a group known for their defiance and unwavering opposition to the Supreme God Destroyers. This clash of titans promised to be a spectacle of epic proportions, a battle that would shake the very foundations of the world. As each commander embarked on their respective missions, the fate of the world rested precariously in their hands. Their courage, their determination, and their unwavering loyalty to the Supreme God Destroyers

I then let his throat go and retreated growling, tall and regal in the moon's light. Kaelen was at my right side, his midnight-black fur rubbing against my pure white coat. Caleb was on my left and Jace was covering our blind spot. The mate bond vibrated with the power and excitement of pride. They were my and I was theirs. The commander came up onto his knees, rubbing his bruised throat. The other Lycans fell to their knees, and their heads were bowed low to the moss. “You are greater than your father,” the commander growled, his eyes awed with a new and frightening kind of reverence. “Vane.” Commander of the Exiled Vanguard. “We are yours to command. But we must move quickly.”

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.

POV: Xavier I stared at the holographic map of Earth, watching the red line that marked the Void's boundary. Thirty percent of the planet is gone. Frozen now, thanks to Theo, but not forever. One year. That's what we had. "Supreme Commander, the Australian delegation is waiting," Lieutenant Chen said from the doorway. Supreme Commander. The title still felt wrong. I was just a wolf who'd wanted to protect his pack. Now I commanded armies from every nation, every species, every faction that had once wanted to destroy each other.

"You'd better get lost if you're going to play possum! You're just dragging us down with you!" Joseph Jensen, my boyfriend and drill instructor for the outdoor orientation boot camp, bellowed. I jerked my eyes open only to see Wanda Lawson, the tycoon's daughter, lying on the ground, her face pale as her body curled and went into spasms. I looked at the scene from my past life and instantly realized that I had been reborn. "It's funny how she's usually fine until it's time for the outdoor orientation boot camp. If you're going to slack off, at least be subtle about it!

"Mom, look! I drew Daddy! He'll be so happy when he sees it, right?" Willow smiled and ruffled her hair. "Of course." Even on the plane, she couldn't stop thinking about seeing me again. The excitement made her heart race. Meanwhile, I had been thriving, probably because I had been focusing on myself since leaving Willow. I had even closed several major deals and was appointed general manager of the company's overseas branch. One evening, after finishing work, I opened the door to my apartment and heard someone calling me. A tiny figure shot out from the shadows in the hallway, crashing into my arms.

However, his current lack of funds presented a dilemma. In the midst of his contemplation, Frederick's phone interrupted his thoughts with a familiar caller ID, evoking a change in his expression It was his faithful subordinate, who had been out of touch for quite some time. As he answered the call, Frederick was greeted by an urgent voice. "Supreme One, is that you? What are your commands? Your devoted servant, Blazeheart, stands ready to serve." The title "Supreme One" resonated deeply with Frederick, stirring a mix of nostalgia and longing. Three years had passed since he last heard himself addressed by that revered name!