Clone War Books Novels & Stories

Sienna’s throat locked. “What’s that—” The wall behind them cracked, a loud snap splitting concrete, widening fast. Water roared in, black and freezing, smashing her legs out from under her. She went down, Roman’s hand grabbing her arm, but the flood climbed quick, and something crashed overhead—wood splintering, stone falling, the house breaking apart.

She snapped at Andy, "Who the hell do you think you are! How dare you hit Noah! He's a Captain! I'm going to personally report you to the army and get you fired! If it weren't for Noah, the Gardner family would have probably died in some ditch somewhere!" Adele looked at Andy haughtily, waiting for him to apologize. Usually, in the village, whenever she brought up Noah the Captain, everyone would bow down to her. However, she had forgotten that there was always someone with a higher rank than Noah. Andy was one of them. Jonah lay listlessly against the corner of the wall. He knew that some things could no longer stay hidden. Andy smirked and said icily, "Who told you that the Gardner family

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

The first book in this series, The Triplet Warriors And Their Pup Mate and book two, The Ancient Vampire and his She-Wolf are now available in paperback on Ama--zon! I hope to get the rest on paper in the next year but for now check these out! Thank you so much to everyone who has supported me and this series, it's been a big part of my life for so long. If you want to follow up on what happens with Tyra and Ridge you can also check out Alpha Ridge, there is a bonus second story attached to it that also follows some Shadow Warriors!

Hello everyone, I hope you are enjoying Grace and Eli's journey so far. There is a lot more in store for them still to come! My new book, For the Love of a Guardian, went live today. This book will tell Clint and Lily's story. It starts as a prequel when they are 17/18 years old, but will go through the time frame of the first two books (Broken Warrior and Guardian Angel).

The papers were covered in Roxy's neat, yet hurried, scribbles. Each page was dedicated to a specific supernatural species, with titles like "Reaver", "Vampire", "Werewolf", "Cryomancer", and "Witch" heading each section. Beneath these titles, Roxy had jotted down notes, presumably extracted from my book. “This book has a lot of history in it, and a lot of different species' history as well. I didn't want to keep your book forever, so I’m making my own book. My own supernatural compilation.” Her matter-of-fact tone couldn't disguise the pride shining in her eyes, and I could tell she was thrilled with her project.

“The Unnamed realises the inferiority of our chaos shards, a true shard is infinitely more powerful.” The cloak grew over the mask again, as the masks stopped rotating, the mask in front being one screaming in agony. “Its time the Unnamed became serious then.” A small portal opened and a book floated out. It was old, with inscriptions everywhere. The book opened on its own, and a red glow came from within. “Seventh Chapter of the Necronomion: Judgement of the Dark gods.”

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

“Good. It’s time we reignite the war between wolves and humans. And this time, we aren’t stopping with a cup half-full.” And it all starts with Tobias fucking Irons, Beau thought. Soon, he’ll pay for what he did.

Nikolai stepped forward, his head hung low. With that said, I turned around, leaving the dark abandoned warehouse with my younger brother, Alessandro. As we left, I could hear the excruciating painful scream from Milano. It echoed through the warehouse and a sense of satisfaction washed over me. ……… The drive to the Saint Clan, owned by our father, Rolando De Luca, took about ten minutes. “Welcome, Capo.” The guards at the huge brass gate bowed their heads as I drove into the clan. It is a huge compound filled with huge men training each other in combat, taekwondo and gun fights.