6 Novel(s) Related To Star Wars The Clone Wars Fanfiction

I fought against the restraints, but they held tightly. “I already said this before…you new gen wolves are dumb,” she muttered. Before I could respond, her form shifted again. This time—it wore my face. “I’ll do well to send my regards to your father,” my clone said, leaving me fighting the shadows as he walked away. ********

I catch him looking mischievously at me “Her again huh?” “Huh? Who?” I feign ignorance. “Cathy..” he drawls and grins. “You’re not gonna tell her how you feel? The two of you are perfect!” I ignore him. He noticed I had feelings for her and hasn’t let me rest ever since then, always shipping us. “Can we focus on just leaving earth?” I place a sigil on the floor and we are covered in an illusory wall, making us invisible. The I open the portal to Arrath and create another sigil. ‘Come forth, Ko'vren” Ko'vren was my standard Gentry spaceship, when I was still a soldier. It was capable of faster than light travel and thus perfect for reaching Le'uthara by the next cycle.

Ivy felt Lake’s grip tighten just slightly. “Yep,” he said smoothly. “May the Fourth be with us.” Ivy added quickly, “We’re both Star Wars nerds.” Claire stared at them for a beat too long. Then smiled again—tight and unreadable. “Interesting.” She jotted something down. “Enjoy the rest of your hunt.” She walked away, heels clicking. Ivy let out a breath so long she nearly collapsed. Lake turned to her, whispering, “Okay... maybe that was a little nerve-wracking.”

"Your father was Stuart Bent Snr. He died in the bomb blast that killed dozens of Blood Crest Pack members. You are the first child of two and the only surviving one. You enjoy watching wrestling matches even though you hate the real deal. For a snack, your go-to is dark chocolate. Might I add more?" "It's really you, Alpha Seven!" Stuart screeched. I nodded. "The real one. Not the same as the impostor, got it?" Stuart shook his head slowly. "Are you really saying that a clone has been ruling over us for five years? How is that even possible?"

The clone’s cold voice whispered into his ear. “Did you really think it was over? I’m not just a copy. I’ve inherited everything, your strength, your memories, your will. And I’m just getting started.” The room pulsed with energy, shadows dancing wildly. Damian struggled, fighting to free himself, but the clone’s grip was unyielding. “You’re not the real Damian,” the clone sneered. “You’ve been fighting your own reflection. But I am the future, an evolution. And I will take what’s mine.”

Sometimes it was not good to have an overactive imagination, and this was one of those times. “She’s quite the fighter, your sister,” a voice said beside him. Thomas turned to see Claire. She placed a hand on his arm, token comfort in the darkness. “She’s very bossy, and she hates Star Wars.” His bottom lips trembled. “I want her to come back.” Claire watched his tears fall, and moved her hand to his shoulder, which bobbed in time with his sobs. From their right, a sound came to them, a drawn-out hiss and the terribly familiar click-clicking of claws on the hull.