Clone War Books Novels & Stories

"But … Before we begin, let us first welcome … One of the High Councilors of Crown Galacer and the head of White Swan Manor … Rowan of House Chanler!" An elegant, old man wearing golden tunic appeared in the grandstand, heading towards the dais. He gave a wave to the people before he took his seat. The two Grand Knights followed him and then stood on guard behind. ‘There he is...’ Arth thought as he narrowed his eyes. "Along with him is the newly-formed elite unit founded by our glorious Divine Knight Kael himself, the Frostguarde!"

Most of the books were more ledgers than anything, records of the pack’s history, but there was small section of classic books, some of which appeared to be first editions. Feeling a little excited over the prospect I searched the title, looking at the familiar names, the literary classics, before stopping on a title I had never heard of by an author I didn’t know. I was a big reader I always had been, so it was rare for me to come across an old book that held no recognition whatsoever. With a careful touch I pulled the leather-bound book from the shelf and read through the blurb finding myself amused as I discovered that the book was story of werewolves, apparently written by a human, a fan

The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind. Those infant spirits were fierce, leaving the Haunts no chance to stand their ground. Under Jim's leadership, the enemy was slowly pushed back, inch by inch.

Three days later, the Winston family's empire in Italvia had been dismantled. Casinos, docks, hotels, and clubs all changed hands overnight. Nolan's once-trusted circle was gone. Some were dead, while others had turned traitor. The mighty crime dynasty had been reduced to nothing more than an empty mansion. Back in Northland, with William leading the way, I found myself in his cozy study. He handed me a steaming cup of cocoa, his eyes searching mine. "So, what's the game plan, Sophia?"

But the world outside had come crashing in with banners of iron and flame. Nia, buried beneath the cooling corpses of her parents and neighbors, could still hear the burning village crackling in the distance, the cries of the innocents, the imperial soldiers marching in a precise, terrifying rhythm. Their cloaks, sewn with raven symbols, had been seared into her memory. Her parents had whispered their last breaths as they shielded her, their blood mingling with the dirt beneath her. She had heard their final plea for her survival, a whisper lost to the wind.

Zeke kisses me like he’s trying to steal the very last piece of me before the chaotic, demanding world snatches us back entirely. Warriors move with purpose everywhere around us, the metallic clang of armor mixing with the low murmurs of command. The entire pack perimeter is humming like an agitated hive just moments before a swarm, perched on the brink of an existential war. It feels ridiculous, really, to be kissing in the dead center of all this intense military movement…and yet, somehow, it feels perfect, like the last sense of normalcy with everything absurd going on.

Maybe he does feel a little guilty about Corina's childish pranks towards me? "You ready for today's lessons?" Brixtius asks Eurydice. "Oh, yes, Papa!" She squeals with unabashed excitement. "Today, we will discuss the warriors who were inside the Trojan horse and the overall meaning behind the Trojan War." I stop breathing. Just hearing about the Trojan War being studied as a history lesson breaks something in me.

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).