The 100 Commander Lexa Novels & Stories

Anabella’s voice was sweet as a tart. The commander took in Xavier and the illusion that was Penny. At a glance, neither looked like a viable threat. “You human or vampire the commander asked Xavier.” “Human,” Xavier answered. “And you?” the commander asked of Penny. The side of her lips vibrated when she growled. The soldiers shuffled. Holding up his hand, the commander had them settling down again. “Well then,” Anabella said. “Shall we?”

"I suggest you adjust your weight balance before you attempt to drop another asset on the concrete, Miss Okafor," Commander Richie Larson stated, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against my collarbone as I rapidly disengaged from his reinforced tactical harness. My cheeks burned with an uncharacteristic flash of heat under my fresh war paint. "My apologies, Commander Larson. The traction grid on these industrial lifts is severely degraded." Richie simply offered a curt, militaristic nod of acknowledgment before shifting his icy gaze toward the narrative host, his battle-hardened face softening into a calculated diplomatic grin. "Sienna, your cell's telemetry looks exceptionally functional

the Commander whispered repeatedly. The monster’s heart was still racing, and his breathing came out harshly as he looked around the darkened room. The moment he surrendered showed in his beady eyes. Layla’s relief was palpable as the Commander dropped to his knees. “I worked my whole life for this. Why would you betray me,” the Commander whispered. Jax shifted and walked towards the monster. “You think you can play God with no consequences? You will never win. Once you’re dead and gone, I will destroy the rest of your people. I will not rest until I do,” Jax growled.

// Character Sketch Penelope- Lex and Joy’s youngest daughter, and President of the special military force Max- Penelope’s human mate and Commander of the special military force Thorne- Lex and Joy’s youngest son, and Penelope’s twin Nolan- Thorne’s human mate and Wing Commander of the special military force * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Hey, Commander Donovan! Do you actually remember me?" Donovan glanced down at the petite woman, his sharp brows knitting together in a faint, distracted frown. Lyra pointed excitedly at her own face. "It’s me! The one who used to follow you and Sarah around like a lost puppy ten years ago. Look closer!" Donovan’s expression remained stoic for a heartbeat before a flicker of recognition crossed his eyes. "Lyra?" "Yes! That’s me!" Lyra chirped, her voice filled with fan-girl adoration. "I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You’ve become so... imposing. So rugged and powerful. That 'Iron Commander' aura of yours is enough to shake the mountains."

I'm finish. "Have you made one hundred laps in the field?" Commander Apollo asked me. He had his arms crossed while looking intently at me. He was as elegant as a knight in a palace. He looks handsome. But because I was so tired, I could no longer appreciate his appearance and how handsome he was in his military uniform. "Yes, sir..." I answered with difficulty. I'm still catching my breath. "Ten more runs, Orenciana" he said after a few minutes. I quickly looked in his direction when I heard what he said. Is he serious?

“Commander, you’re talking to a Phoenix. We don’t surrender. We just wait for the right moment to burn you down.” Jax fired the kinetic dampener. The pulse hit the lead unit with the force of a falling building, the gravitational shockwave rippling through the man’s "Sovereign-grade" armor. The commander was thrown back thirty feet, his armor’s internal systems screaming in protest as they tried to compensate for the sudden, massive shift in gravity. The "face-slapping" was visceral. The commander, who had been so certain of his technological superiority, was now struggling to even stand. “What… what kind of weapon is that?” the commander rasped over the comms, his voice filled with a sudden

Ten years later THE Halan tribe celebrated the appointment of the new Warrior Commander. Alleki Certus deserved the position because he trained hard to be the best. He aims to be the next Chieftain when the time comes. He was very vocal about his dream to lead the Halan people when the present tribe leader retired, and being the youngest commander made him closer to his goal. Because in Hala, the strongest warrior leads.

"The wall... it’s responding." Valerian narrowed his gaze and drew his sword. “Then we strike now.” Nivera looked behind at the warriors gathered—wolves, sirens, seers, and soldiers. Alexandro had brought everyone he trusted. They weren’t going to let this place swallow their future without a fight. Serena wasn’t just a Luna anymore—she was the soul of their pack, their people, and for Nivera, she had become a symbol of resistance against selfish power. If they failed here, they failed more than just one woman.

He was doing the same. I yielded against his facts and composed myself. Having put the flame of the wooden torch off, I rose clenching and unclenching my shoulder muscles as Ser Harrison linked with me over our physic link, 'The new commander has left Jonah's bedroom just now... And he is heading towards the dungeons to get Lisa.' "Let the commander come... I am waiting for him." I tore myself away from the emotional ride I was put into, preparing to begin my first kill towards the expedition.