The 100 Commander Lexa Novels & Stories

The door closed behind him, leaving Leo alone with the Commander. "One moment," The commander mumbled, dipping the pen in the inkwell. Leo stood stiffly. His uneasy eyes followed the Commander as he proceeded to write, but the man's face was undecipherable. As oft before, Leo's nosiness was awakened in the attention of the guardsmen's moniker for their commander: The White Priest. He could account for it only by his thick silver hair, presently bound in a tight string at the nape of his neck. In no way could he be said to correspond to a priest --- all of whom Leo had known was short and old. The commander, by distinction, was huge, powerful, tall, and somewhat younger than his looks. Leo no

Finally, she stumbled upon Commander Hermes' office, her face red and sweaty. She leaned against the doorframe for support, feeling dizzy and weak. She addressed the commander with an apologetic tone in her voice, "Commander Hermes, I apologize for the delay. I got a little lost." Hermes looked at her with a raised eyebrow but nodded in understanding. "Lost? You certainly have a knack for finding your way. Sit down, Lena. Let's talk about your test results." The conversation with Commander Hermes lasted for a long time, demanding Lena's full attention and energy. He grilled her on every aspect of her performance, testing her knowledge and skills. He praised her for some things but criticized

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Where they'd decided to hunt wolves for generations. The commander gestured to a chair. "Sit." I sat, hands folded to hide their trembling. Cole was placed across from me. Our eyes met in shared understanding. The commander settled at the head of the table, flanked by two officers—a sharp-eyed woman and a younger man with rigid bearing. "I am Commander Garrett. Second in command of the Order. These are Captain Reyna and Lieutenant Marks." I nodded to each. Garrett was neutral. Reyna skeptical but open. Marks openly hostile.

Gunshots and exclamations from the Recc’s group were heard automatically. I fired at my left, hitting the man who had targeted me squarely in the chest. I followed in a straight line where Recc had fled, knowing that Team Bravo 1 was watching my back. "There's a boat waiting for Recc, Alex,” Pierre said in my ear, "Too bad they'll find it without a driver." "Eliminate his bodyguards,” I ordered. "Recc is mine." "He's holding hostages,” said Carlton, leader of team Bravo 2. "Three women to be exact."

If that ends up being the case, both he and Bree will have their hands full. “No, actually you stay. It would be good to get your take on this.” I saw as relaxes back into the armchair a bit, while still keeping his elbows on his knees, like he’s already planning a strategy for whatever is going on. He’s a lot like Jacob in that respect, I realize. Like Jacob, Dax, while an adult, is also still young and is determined to do his job well (which he always does), taking things very seriously as to not be looked upon as a pup. That’s when she arrives. The woman who taught me about compassion, taught me how to care for a pack, also taught me how to fight, and how to make the best damn chocolate c

He could manipulate gravity itself, bending it to his will to create crushes and ruptures in the earth, or to launch himself and his minions through the air at incredible speeds. Anthon, the First Commander, was a warrior from the Sky Nation. He could summon powerful winds that could tear through mountains and level forests. Lyca, the Second Commander, was a former werewolf warrior from the Water Nation. She had been corrupted by evil, and now she could control the very oceans themselves, creating tsunamis and whirlpools at will.

he asked softly. “I said you hide behind orders so you don’t have to admit what you are” Becca repeated, her voice steady. Ariel gently grabbed Becca’s sleeve. “Luna Becca....please.” But Becca didn’t look away. The commander took another step forward, his presence looming. “You shouldn't talk to me in such manner.” Becca lifted her chin. “Or what? You’ll brag about killing more people who couldn’t fight back?” That did it. The commander’s hand twitched.

Although she did possess a high amount of knowledge on hand to hand combat, not to mention her skills with multiple types of plasma-based weapons were beyond exceptional. Levi knew that the commander would be pleased with his recruit, but he wasn't sure if she would be happy to meet the commander. He hadn't exactly gotten her to come here by her own choosing. He had lied to her about who he really was, he could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't in a good mood. Levi had told his troops to use non-lethal force, but he noticed a few bruises on her arms and neck. He shook his head as the commander's voice echoed down the hallway. The only thing Levi could do was hope for the best in

He called Levon and reprimanded him. “who was that commander you sent from that mission?”, he interrogated. “that’s Major Alexis”, replied commander Levon. “that man, I felt something from that man. Searched the area and searched the devised he used. I think he leaked some information, traced the IP address to whom he sent it”, he shouted. “do it as soon as possible, or else you will lose everything you have right now!”, he added. “I will do it as you command”, Levon replied.