Anakin Clone Wars Novels & Stories

I was on them before they could rise, jaws closing around throats, shaking until cartilage crumpled. My warriors were magnificent. They fought in staggered ranks, claws and teeth flashing, wolves lunging and retreating in perfect synchrony. But I saw the strain. I saw the way their movements slowed, the way blood loss made their steps heavy. Dawn was still two hours away, and the rogues showed no sign of thinning. Anakin’s voice cut through the link between us, sharp and urgent despite the exhaustion threading it. "Something’s wrong." I drove my claws through a rogue’s chest, felt the heart burst beneath my paw, and answered without turning back.

I hadn't taken a proper look at him because I was so lost in Kia’s handsomeness - not that I mean anything by that. On the other hand, Anakin was the total opposite of Kia. He was slender and had a feminine look to him, maybe that had something to do with his long hair and the way he bound it. He had long sky-blue hair with soft hazel eyes. I don't know why but I began to wonder if he could really fight with such a delicate appearance. He didn't even seem like one who would like to get himself stained. “ Nice to meet you, Sir Kia and Sir Anakin,” I genuflected.I tried my best not to look Kia in the eye because my heart was beating too fast for comfort.

“So you weren’t just inserted.” He stepped closer. “You were activated.” The clone turned to him. His tone was so close to Cassian’s real voice it echoed unnaturally. “You weren’t meant to be public, Cassian. You were meant to protect the foundation from inside. But you deviated. You felt too much. You collapsed the architecture your father built.” Aria moved to Cassian’s side. “And that’s exactly why he can’t be replaced.” The clone looked to her, and for the first time, his mask faltered.

"You've returned... to join us?" Gale shifted, Kane lunging, but the figure dodged, countering with a burst of silver-dark energy that sent him sprawling. Autumn's heart hammered—this wasn't just an imposter; the legacy sensed a blood tie. A clone, grown from Elias's captured essence during his imprisonment by the Order, infused with the Shadowed One's will. "Why?" Autumn demanded, channeling the amulet, a beam of starlight slamming into the clone's armor, cracking it. Rebels rallied, guardians clashing with rogues, but the army pressed, their numbers endless.

However, I found it impossible to reconcile the image of Persephone I had in my head with that of a woman who would try to end her life because of a lowlife man. ‘Do not think you know that woman,’ My wolf, Anakin warned. ‘You have met her a couple of times does not mean you know what she is like. Do not get ahead of yourself.’ ‘You know, when you say that, it just makes me want to get to know her. It makes me feel like I would do anything to get to know her.’ ‘This bastard!’ Anakin began to curse at me so I shut him out. Sick of the coffee shop, I got up to leave and pulled the hood of my cloak to cover my face as I walked out.

Its hand lashed out, and in one motion, it disarmed Lira and tossed her like a ragdoll into a wall. Adrian fired. The blast hit but it barely staggered her. Sera stepped forward. “Stop.” The clone turned toward her. Tilted its head. Something flickered behind its eyes, curiosity? Recognition? Then it spoke, voice flat and crystalline. “Target identified.” Sera whispered, “You’re not me.” “No,” the clone said calmly. “I’m what you failed to become.” Behind it, more pods began to open. Adrian gritted his teeth. “We don’t have time to debate with your evil twins. This place is about to turn into a warzone.”

All in all, the clone could tell that this wasn't a hastily constructed village but one that had been in the works for months, at least. The clone made no action in following the guards as they returned to the village. While it was a clone of Kirou, possessing access to all of his skills and weapons, it was also currently under the same weapon restriction as its master, being able to only use just one weapon type. Wires weren't something that could be used to start a fight with this village. Besides that, the clone was also aware that it was only there to scout information, so it quickly circled the village a few times, making note of any off points before backing off. After it returned to t

New threats simmered in the shadows. The clones had not all been destroyed. In the chaos of the final battle, several enhanced duplicates had escaped the labs. They were out there—looking exactly like Damian, programmed with fragments of his memories, but loyal to the old syndicate’s remnants. They moved in the shadows, gathering followers, whispering promises of a restored order. One week after the Architect’s fall, the first clone appeared. It walked into the provisional council meeting wearing Damian’s face, dressed in a perfect replica of his old CEO suit. The room fell silent as it sat at the table.

But at the center stood a throne made from melted relics — a mockery of what faith had built. And upon it sat her. The clone. The same face. The same posture. Only her eyes — white, glowing faintly — gave her away. Amara stopped ten meters away, flanked by Luca and Dante. The soldiers held their fire. The clone tilted her head. “You came.” Amara’s voice was steady. “You wear my face. Speak carefully.” The clone smiled faintly. “I am you. The perfected version. The one who doesn’t hesitate to save this world from itself.”

No gunfire—just small pods shooting out, arcing toward the stairs. “They need human anchors to stabilize the portal,” Maya whispered, horror in her voice. “By bringing you here, I gave them the keys to this world.” One pod landed right by David and Bianca. The hatch opened. Out stepped the Maya clone from the lab. But this time, she wasn’t crying. She wore a Rossi commander’s uniform, radiating power and cruelty. “Thank you, Sister.” The clone’s smile was all teeth. “The Board is ready to move in now.”