The Only Supreme Commander Alive Novels & Stories

“Are things settled?” Garth asked coldly. Mac breathed heavily and said, “Mr. Santos, the subordinates are being a little disobedient. I’m going there in person. Don't worry, I’ll take care of it!” Hearing that, Garth frowned and said, “Okay, give me the address. I’ll handle it personally.” Instantly, Mac was dumbfounded! The grand commander wanted to deal with it personally! This was getting serious! How many grand commanders were there in the country? Which one of them was not a hero who had shed blood on the battlefield and carved a name in history?

Felix stood frozen, realizing this version of Mira was even more intimidating than when he had seen her at Polaris. After hanging up, Mira fixed her gaze on Conan, who was visibly trembling. He stammered, "I-I'm so sorry, Chief Commander! Please forgive my ignorance—I didn't recognize you!" The title "Chief Commander" sent shockwaves through the room. While others might not understand its significance, Alistair and his team knew well that there had only been one Chief Commander during the headquarters' founding. No one knew their full name, but after their departure, no one had ever been promoted beyond Deputy Commander because the original Chief Commander's legacy was too revered. Rumor had

This momentum startled Arista; she felt that even the Celestial Beings of the Red Moon pack couldn't match this reverence towards the Divine Emperor. However, Levi seemed uninterested in this spectacle and asked Jasper, "You are the current leader of the Dead Land pack?" Jasper respectfully replied, "I am the Prime Minister of the Dead Land pack. The current leader is General Ace. However, he was seriously injured in the Red Moon pack because of resurrecting Your Majesty and has not yet recovered. Therefore, he cannot come to welcome Your Majesty." "Sure, you can mobilize the forces of the Dead Land pack," Levi said.

"Please deliver this to Third Master Chance. 'Cloud Hand' Sherman Abbott has come to see him. It's of utmost importance." Her words carried weight that demanded attention. Cyclops's demeanor shifted to one of respect as he glanced at the old man. The legendary Cloud Hand had arrived! "Certainly, allow me a moment to inform Third Master Chance."

he says, and we move to take our proper spot in line. Everyone sits and Krystal does a good job of keeping track of the spacing. I sit down next to Fiadh while trying not to look uncomfortable. "Now then, let us begin. It is my greatest honor to present this Harvest's Champions. We begin with the Commanders-Commander Garlof, age 27, from the planet Cok. Defeated and conquered a Rusckods base with only seven soldiers. Commander Fornis, age 26, from the planet Cok as well. He led a covert mission into Muysocks controlled space. Not only was the mission a success, but he also didn't lose a single soul in the mission. Commander Burk, age 27, from the planet Hassin. Commander Burk and his team si

“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.

Only Council members—or high-ranking werewolves and military scholars—could enter. Inside the private room, two imposing middle-aged men sat waiting. The Professor introduced us simply. “Joshua, Thomas. My student, Rae.” My heart skipped. Joshua—the Supreme Commander of the Northern Military Zone. Gabriel’s direct superior. Their eyes fixed on me—sharp, calculating—but there was a hint of approval. “Rae, we’ve heard of you,” Joshua said with a smile. “If your AI system can be applied to tactical prediction, it could change the outcome for the entire Werewolf Federation.”

The goods worth a million dollars were burnt down to ashes, and they could fucking do anything about it! “The commander will come to know about it anyway. Shouldn’t we share the news with him rather than hearing it from the broadcasting news? Are you trying to take us to an early grave? You damn well know of Mr. Dickson’s short temper.” A boy who goes by the name of Leander spoke up confidently, undeterred by the other man’s outburst. The boy had only recently joined the group of soldiers. In just his little time with the commander, he had realized how grave a sin it was to hide this sort of news from him. The commander was never in a good mood. Ever. He was always displeased with everything

"Chloe, your second brother is the Chief Magistrate of the Supreme Council. He holds the power of life and death." He pointed at Blake's sharp eyes. "Your third brother runs the biggest underground intel network in the North." Then, he pointed to Jax and Connor. "Your fourth brother controls the alliance's black market. Your fifth brother holds the North's economy and resources by the throat." Finally, he looked at me, his eyes deep and serious. "And I am the Supreme Commander of the Northern Army. The Alpha of the Crescent Pack." I was totally dumbfounded. My mouth hung open, but no words came out.

He knows better than to challenge my wolf when my tone drops into a flat rumble. A sharp chime breaks the morning silence. I slide my screen open, tracking an encrypted ping from Tade Mensah on the secure network. Luna Zaria, the Supreme Commander is mobilizing his detail to the Adebayo Dominion headquarters within the hour. You are ordered to report directly to the central command tower for his next alignment. The tactical coordinates are attached. I drop a brief confirmation: Acknowledged. Kairo languidly lifts his head from his bowl, his golden eyes narrowing in a classic alpha pout. "Then why does Mom possess authorization to operate her screen during morning rations?"