Ahsoka X Rex Novels & Stories

You don’t deserve the suffering, but you need to be strong,’ Leia said to her. ‘I have a fever, but I didn’t have food or water to drink, Leia.’ ‘After that Alpha had done to your body, you still haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch?!’ Leia growled. ‘It was an order I must obey,’ she answered. Leia was growling with so much anger, but Emily calmed her down. ‘I will finish my work, Leia. Take care!’ Soon as the link between her and Leia, her body shook thoroughly. She was convulsing as her head felt dizzy.

her voice was calm and smooth with a hint of danger. " Yes boss". Playing with her fingers Lilianah casually throw 2 photographs of certain men. "I am assigning you an SS rank mission. You don't have to kill them. I need them alive." listening to Josh's lips twitched 'Boss is this called an SS rank mission' he cried inwardly. As if Lilianah heard his complain she answered his unspoken question with a light smirk "I know what you are thinking. Don't you wanna look who they are?" She gave him a meaningful glance.

“Lorenzo is gathering rogues at the south line. And it seems that Annalise is somehow related. She has moved closer to the western border, probably trying to infiltrate again. And Lisa…” “Annalise?” “My men saw her.” He said, making Xavier frown. And I could tell that he had so many questions on his mind, Hunter sensed it too. He hesitated. That alone chilled me. But it was just for a moment before he proceeded. “…Lisa is unaccounted for.” My breath hitched. Xavier moved immediately, standing behind me, brushing his hand against my back in silent reassurance. “Explain,” he said to Hunter.

Leia POV: When I woke back up I was still in the cell, "Ah my little pet, did you sleep well." Bosch said, leaning against the door. "Bastard." I muttered to myself. "Now, that isn't very nice of you, and here I thought I would feed you." Bosch replied, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'd rather starve and die. Go fuck yourself." I said, flipping him off. I stand by what I said, death would be better than this hell I've been living in. "Today is a big day and I don't need you messing it up." Bosch said throwing the food on the ground. I mean I couldn't get it even if I really wanted it. I'm not in control of what I do. Bosch opened up the cell door and grabbed me by the hair, "Let's go. We have to

85 ANNALISE The night was charged with energy, an electric tension crackling in the air as I floated above the two armies, suspended under the eerie glow of the blood-red moon. Below me, warriors lined up, their faces a mix of fear and determination. I could feel their anxiety swirling like a storm. Marcus and Spencer stood at the forefront, their expressions betraying their confidence.

The rain falls even harder, but everything is still visible thanks to the light radiating from her. Saya looks down at the wreck of a man groaning under her huge paws without making a sound. Her gaze is calm yet menacing. The renegades, half-dazed, try to stand and stare in terror at what just happened. Even many of Connor's guardians do the same, as they have no idea what Selene truly is or what she is capable of doing. "You... damn..." spits Augusto, though his voice is barely audible due to the severe wounds all over his body and the torrential rain pouring down.

he spat. He heard Dante yelp when he said that, lowering his eyes towards his knees and waiting on any further instructions. His entire body felt as if it would start squirming any minute; every single second from this, it felt as if his entire soul would explode into forewords. It had been a while he had felt this way, and even so, with Nate, it all felt real. The hatred, the dominance, the smacks and the curses—it all felt ingrained deep inside his heart as if that had been his role all along.

A black figure stepped from the smoke, visor chrome-bright in the inferno, pistol low and ready. “ASIO?” the constable croaked, hope pleading through ash. The figure’s head cocked a fraction. The pistol flicked once and his radio died in a puff of sparks. The muzzle lifted to his face and held there for a heartbeat that stretched like a wire. “Turn around,” the voice said, female, shattered-glass smooth. He did. He closed his eyes. The shot never came. “Run,” the voice said. “And don’t look back.” He ran.

But soon. A voice called from the deadfall. “We don’t want a fight.” Everyone stiffened. The speaker stepped into view: a woman in mottled grey leathers, long braids tucked under a hood. A second figure emerged behind her, younger, leaner, his bow held low but ready. Both bore the scent of wolves but not Silas’s pack. Mara’s arrow tracked the woman’s heart. “Then drop the weapons and tell us why you’re following us.”

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.