Supreme Commander Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I can’t contact with the main army! Nor can I contact with the supreme will!” “Any of you can feel the Supreme will?” Said the humanoid with a solemn tone. “Negative!” “Negative, sir!” “Negative!” “Me neither commander…” All of them answered the same. Silence reigned in the room, and distress started to ferment in the soldiers present, “Fuck…” Thought the commander, he thought only he lost the ability to feel the commands of the supreme will.

’ she snaps. She’s right, but we have been down this road before, and it ended badly for her and me. I don’t know why she doesn’t understand this. Did I love Xavier? Probably not. Did it hurt to find out the man you married only wanted money from you? Yes. Did I feel betrayed? Yes. ‘The Commander is different. He's wealthy and—” ‘A prince. We can’t be more than two people who warm each other’s bed on chilly nights, or did you forget that?’ I conclude, blocking her away from my thoughts.

His tone was frustrated. And sexy as all hell. Those golden wolf eyes burned hot over her skin. Her breasts grew heavy with need. A heavy ache curled low in her belly, and she felt herself slicken. She half expected him to prowl across the room toward her, to finish the heat he’d started between them moments ago. “Yes, Jeremy?” she breathed. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying it. Damn him. He flashed her a wicked grin. “It’s Commander to you now.” Her eyes narrowed, and he closed the door, leaving her as spitting mad as she was aroused.

I ask, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to sound confident. Top leans back again, his expression softening. "The deceased Luna Supreme... Supreme's mate." Top reveals.

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!

Alister’s mouth hung open. “Do you no longer bow to your queen?” My voice cracked like a whip. Instantly, they bent, scrambling to cover their mistake. “Aminda, your eyes…” Alister murmured. “Such darkness,” one Elder whispered. “No Witch Supreme has ever reached this level.” They were right. I still held the reins, but only barely. “Let Archibald Pruitt in.” --- Kian’s POV

Commander Thorne. "Alpha Dominic Steele," Thorne called out, lifting a megaphone, even though he was close enough to talk normally. He wasn’t scared of the towering blood-soaked billionaire—no, he looked triumphant. Like he’d been waiting for this moment. "Or should I say, the newly crowned Supreme King?" Dominic stood firm, arms crossed over his broad chest. "You are trespassing on private property, Commander. I suggest you lower your weapons before my legal team destroys your entire department."

During our darkest days, the two of us couldn't even scrape together ten dollars, and we shared a single bowl of instant pasta to ring in the New Year. Later, he made it into Special Forces, whereas I transferred to the Intelligence Unit. We moved from that cheap shack into bachelor quarters and eventually into the sprawling officer quarters. The stars on his shoulders grew brighter, and the circle of "comrades" around him became a blur of different faces. Then came the day I found a smudge of lipstick, in a shade that wasn't mine, pressed against the inner collar of his combat fatigues. "A young lady twisted her ankle, so I helped her to the backstage. She must have brushed against me by ac

“If we can take him down, it might break their morale.” He pushed forward, cutting through the enemy ranks with relentless determination. The commander saw him coming and smirked, drawing his own blade. “So, you’re the legendary Prince Kai,” the commander sneered. “Let’s see if you live up to the stories.” Kai didn’t waste words. He lunged forward, their swords clashing with a shower of sparks. The two warriors circled each other, trading blows with deadly precision. The commander was skilled, but Kai’s determination and the power of the supreme god coursing through him gave him an edge.

Cindy was taken aback. Then, she chuckled. "You're confident, Mr. Truman. I've heard from Jess many times about your arrogance. I didn't quite believe it, but I'm seeing it for myself today." In her eyes, the Supreme Defenders were under the direct command of Frederick, the Master of Supreme Defenders. Even her grandfather, Tim, with his supreme status, would not dare to be too reckless. Yet, there was Henry, bold and seemingly crazy.