Anakin Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Before Leo could think more about the name Black Wolves there was a knock on the door. "Come in" replied Leo, Anne entered and came close and sat next to Leo on the bed and spoke, "somehow the Dragon's clone we struggled against was found and killed and we got the assist, and we got the kill on the clone despite not killing it, how did that happen?".

Menkera snarled as he realized what Kronos was doing. “ You want to bring your death towards you; that’s fine with me!” he shouted, a stone spear appearing in his hand. Acacius then activated his left eye’s ability to create a perfect clone of himself, visible only to those with a Ryuijin. “ Kronos, get out of the way!” He shouted. His brother nodded and teleported to the other side of the rune. Acacius then jumped out of the way as his clone materialized behind Menkera on one knee, left palm on the ground. One hundred- eighty dark green glades made of flame shot every direction from the clone’s body, many of which piercing the body of Menkera. The Anansi gasped in pain and convulsed. Both t

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.

The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow. As they hurtled through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the clone reached into her vest and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. She tossed it into Maya’s lap. "My name is Seven," the clone said. "Or at least, that’s what’s etched into my bone marrow. There were twelve of us in the Delta batch. I’m the only one left who hasn't had a total neural reset."

The clone moved like a shadow, fluid, silent, precise. Olivia reached the corridor outside the R&D vault. The clone stood at the door, trying to override the lock. It turned when it sensed her. Olivia froze. This one was different. Same build. Same face. But older. Calmer. Eyes soft. Expression almost human. “Version 6.0,” Olivia whispered. The clone blinked. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said. “You’re the unfinished prototype.” “Yes.” “What do you want?” The clone stepped forward slowly. “To end the cycle. To end the war. To end the versions.”

We didn't know what was going to happen with Pythia and the elders but the talk of another war put a little fire under me and I realized I needed to be in the best shape that I could possibly be in. **FLASHBACK ENDS** Leia POV I slowed my pace when I got a little closer and kept my senses on high alert, I didn't want anyone to get the upper hand on me but everything was completely silent. A little too silent, normally crickets and frogs can be heard loudly but there was literally nothing. Not even a breeze but a scent caught my nose. It was musky and manly which told me someone was hiding. I looked around and found a tree and stood behind it. I tilted my head higher and took a deep breath an

No, his thoughts were consumed with the girl he loved, the twisted legacy of Monroe, and the road that still stretched ahead. Aurora slept in the other room, the soft rise and fall of her chest a reminder that, for the first time in a long while, there was something worth fighting for. His gaze flickered over the city below, but he could barely make out the distant streets. The world beyond felt blurry, like everything was veiled in a haze. Maybe it was just him, or maybe it was the weight of all that was yet to come. He couldn’t deny it. He was scared. Not for his own life, but for what might happen to her. To them. The clone wars had taken so much already. How much longer could they surviv

he whispered. “She’s me,” Chaewon said. “And I’m not ready to forgive her.” “You don’t have to,” Jian replied. “You just have to survive her.” She looked up at him, and saw the truth now..He wasn’t a clone. He wasn’t perfect. He was flawed and that made him hers. __AN UNKNOWN LOCATION__ The clone sat on a throne of code—dozens of children kneeling before him. Red Web’s true army. He watched the footage of the Vesper explosion. Paused on Chaewon’s face. Then turned to his general. “It’s time.”

As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand. “Antaroq Eznon Mordor!”, he yells, firing the orb at X. X stands there as the beam hits a portal and appears behind him. He barely dodges as the beam appears to be faster than it was. X raised a finger, his halo slightly pulsing. “Hypersphere”, he says and a transparent orb, at least two times bigger than the current battle planet we were on appeared, swallowing Kaymaer, and the beam. It hits the inside of the sphere and disappears.

They wouldn’t heal, because they weren’t fucking there anymore. I don’t know if you have seen Star Wars, but I was forced to watch those movies at an age that might not even be appropriate. As a kid, watching Anakin turn to the dark side and then have his fucking legs chopped off by his teacher, Obi Wan, was a lot. And Grandpa looked like Anakin did before he got that fucking Darth Vader suit. He was burned almost everywhere, and he was missing both his legs, from the knee down. I picked Grandpa up and held him like a fucking baby. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the drops started falling on his charred skin.