Clone Trooper Dogma Novels & Stories

They all jumped up and took off, the wolves sprinting for the closest wall to leap over, the mages shifting into birds and scattering into the sky. It was over. I couldn’t believe it. We had taken Brookstone, and it wasn’t as hard as I’d thought it would be. But then… I had an amazing pack of wolves and mages. I shouldn’t have ever doubted they’d be able to help me get my ancestral lands back so quickly.

Pain flared, but I spun, kicking its jaw, sending it crashing. Dax burst in, his claws slashing, warriors behind him. “Vera!” he yelled, tackling a rogue. My wolf purred, relief hitting, but the fight wasn’t over. I glanced at Adam, who just watched, his eyes wide. “Help or get out!” I snapped, ducking another rogue’s claws. He scrambled for the tablet, his fingers shaking as he typed. “I’m sending the false drop point,” he said, his voice trembling. I growled, not trusting him, but focused on the rogue lunging at me, my claws ripping through its flank.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

Just a few more steps and they'd be safe. But before they could cross, four massive wolves jumped out, blocking their way. They shifted quickly into human form – Northern Pack guards with hard eyes and guns ready. "Going somewhere?" The biggest one stepped forward, a cruel smile on his face. Astra backed up against Damon. "Let us pass," she said, trying to sound brave despite her shaking legs. The guard laughed. "Alpha Alaric wants his mate back. Can't say I blame him – even if you are just a dirty rogue."

The pack members at our backs tensed, a low chorus of growls rumbling in the dark. Zero didn’t hesitate. His gun roared, the report deafening in the enclosed space. The lead creature’s head snapped back, but it didn’t fall. It righted itself, a black, oozing hole where its eye had been. It laughed, that same glass-grinding sound. “Puppies with firesticks,” it rasped. “How quaint.” “Silver,” one of our pack members, a hulking wolf named Kael, snarled. “It has to be silver!”

Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly. I left our palace and started my mission by attacking every place where I know rogues are living and killing them all mercilessly, after all I know they are doing nothing but kill the innocent creature and they deserve to be extinct because if I know they're innocent and kind creature, I won't even hesitate to refuse this mission and just give up to be their Queen. I was out fighting all day using the sword that my mother gifted me a

Every child born within these mountains learned to hunt before they learned to read that was how we had survived when every neighboring kingdom called us savages. Glenn stopped beside me. "They crossed the Black Ravine." "How many?" "Enough to start a war." A cold smile touched my lips. "Then let's finish it." Without another word, I leaped from the balcony halfway down, my bones shifted as Silver fur burst across my body within seconds, my massive wolf landed effortlessly on the stone below around me hundreds of wolves shifted. Their howls shook the mountains as the gates opened. The hunt began. The western border stretched for miles as the dense forests separated the Rogue Territory fro

The terrain grew harsher—I felt it through Micah's thread: cold, exhaustion, the burn of wind against exposed fur. Luna Rose watched the northern horizon. "They're close, Mama. I can see them in my dreams. They found Tor's trail." "Is Tor alone?" "Not anymore. He met someone. A wolf with eyes like frozen lakes." "Morpheus?" "No. A lieutenant. Name of Umbra. He's... hungry." --- The ambush came on the third night. I was in the garden, unable to sleep, when Micah's thread screamed. Pain. Shock. Betrayal.

I run a couple of steps along its body before jumping into the air once again. Landing on another wolf, I continue to run through the fight. I hop from wolf to wolf, making sure to only land on rogues. Using this technique I am able to cover a large distance. The next time I jump, I search in front of me for a sign of Tyler. It takes a bit, but I finally see his dark brown wolf fighting with two wolves not too far away. The wolves attacking Tyler lunge at him and he swats them away. One of the wolves runs towards him and Tyler slices its side open with a single swipe. I grin with pride. That's my mate. The next second, the other wolf lunges forward. I watch in horror as Tyler, not seeing the