Supreme Commander Crossover Novels & Stories

Acknowledging this reality, Tommy forged ahead, their collective resolve unwavering in the face of impending challenges. On the commander’s other side, however, obscured in the brush, his two warriors, chosen by his leader, Cavin, waited. The two took turns cloaking their massive apelike bodies. The commander was a bit of a hermit, preferring prayer and meditation to socialising with his warrior. A clash of interests burdened him. He adored his clan, and he only wanted to become a holy priest of their convent like Cavin. He longed for the security of his underground home. But he had been trained by Cavin for another mission as well, the sacred calling of feral exterminating.

He was bleeding and slowing. We were losing. Badly. Then I heard heavy footsteps, Confident footsteps. Someone walking through the chaos with authority. The fighting slowed as wolves stepped back, making room. Through the doorway walked a man. Enormous, over six and half feet tall, black hair, a face carved from stone, scars on his arms. His eyes were cold grey and calculating. He wore the crimson insignia of a Council High Commander—the highest rank below the Council members themselves. Commander Royce. The Council's chief enforcer. The executioner. The one they sent when they wanted complete and utter destruction.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

He chuckled lightly before answering my thoughts. “We will have plenty of time to discuss that when once we make it back to the ship. As for your determined state of pregnancy my love as your men say. I do not shoot blanks.” He smirked suggestively before pulling me into a passionate kiss. “Now let us get you fed and ready to go my love we need to get ready to depart. There are some soldiers of Jahova who are still on the hunt in the area wishing to bring about the extinction of the remaining of the Lulu’s descendants the Nephilim such as yourself.” “Nephilim?” I say confused.

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

Her blood wreaks of pure power. My father stands from his seat. ‘If you and my daughter can put your differences aside and learn to love each other. Then our races can put our differences aside and fight together as one. Nathan, Alex, Theo and Leo. Contact all the packs. They are to prepare themselves and join the fight against Lord Atticus immediately. Make sure Alpha Varan and Alpha Greg are contacted first. I will organise our warriors now.’ He says and leaves the room. Nathan, Alex, Theo and Leo also leave the hall. ‘So what do we do, now?’ Amara asks.

They kept talking about their perfect plan but neither of them stopped to think of the consequences. Damien Cross, wasn't just the CEO of the Cross Enterprise. He was a man that even the government wouldn't dare to offend, not even the leaders of the underworld wanted to get on his bad side. No one dared to plot against him and ever get away. Those that did are longer living.

He tried to have a son, but after five girls, he gave up trying to have a son. While Alpha Supreme is handed down to the next generation, our second in commands are not. We are allowed to pick who are head Beta is. Many Alpha Supremes do pick the son of their father’s Beta to run the pack with them as they tend to grow up together. However, Since Jake had no sons, I was free to pick Graven, who was my best friend. His family is well respected as well, and his father was my father’s commander in charge of the warriors. Graven and I trained together and grew up together. He was the natural choice for my second in command when I took over.

No windows. Santos looked exhausted. Like he hadn't slept either. "We've been analyzing Cross's communications. Encrypted servers. Hidden files. We found something." He pulled up documents on a screen. Organizational charts. Names. Positions. "Cross had a succession plan. Called it Project Phoenix. If he was arrested or killed, leadership would transfer to a council of five members. We've identified three of them." Photos appeared. Men I didn't recognize. Wealthy. Powerful. Dangerous.

I tried to shrink against the metal table, seeking an impossible distance from the restraints holding me, while my eyes fixed on the entrance. Two armed men crossed the doorway with tactical, precise movements. One of them immediately stepped back to cover the corridor, leaving behind an imposing figure that seemed to fill the entire room. He was massive, tall, wearing a foreign military uniform I had never seen up close, holding a rifle with the familiarity of someone who had made war his home.