Clone Wars Ambush Novels & Stories

He rose with brutal force, clawing across the clone’s chest, each strike heavier, more desperate. The fight dragged on — claws tearing flesh, teeth ripping fur, both staggering, bloodied but unyielding. The cavern echoed with the sound of wolves locked in a duel for dominance. At last, Aeron saw the falter. The clone’s strikes grew sloppy, his stance wavering. Aeron seized the moment — slammed him against the stone, fangs sinking deep into his throat. The clone convulsed, then went limp. Aeron ripped away and let the body fall, panting, his muzzle dripping red. The imposter twitched once, then lay unconscious, defeated.

Marlo asked, his tone high. “I was in Fernando’s room,” I snapped back. “Same as always.” We both turned as Mortis and Emilio came running from the other wing, their weapons already drawn. Emilio’s face was pale. “Boss,” Emilio said quickly. “It’s an ambush—someone’s shooting from the treeline. We don’t know how many yet.” Marlo looked at them with the same eyes I always used to tell when he was about to burst with fury. Marlo’s face twisted with rage.

The Battle, Cryo Hall The room exploded in chaos. Ezra slammed a drone against the wall, ripping wires from its head. Ember rolled beneath incoming fire, took cover behind a cryo-pod, and returned fire. Alma faced one of the corrupted clones. They moved identically, same footwork, same breathing, same anger. She hesitated just a second too long, and the clone’s punch sent her crashing into a control panel. Glass shattered. Fluids poured. Alarms blared. Alma got up, blood at the corner of her lip.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

“Actually, there’s something else. Dad’s summoning you home. He wants to see you.” Joyce frowned, her irritation returning. “Dad? Why didn’t he just call me? I have a phone, you know.” “You weren't picking up. And besides, this wasn’t the kind of message you deliver over the phone,” Ambrose said. His tone was more solemn now, and Joyce could feel a weight behind his words. “It’s urgent. Eight of our hunters were killed two nights ago.” Joyce shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I told you all before, I want nothing to do with this whole ‘hunting wolves’ nonsense. It’s absurd. You all should get a life”

Charli install a bomb inside the hotel, within 2 hours I need to finish my mission because if I failed, I would explode into pieces along with those people who stayed here in the Hotel. When those Indian boys disappeared in my sight, my face automatically turned into dark and serious aura when I also realized that I am in front of my guest’s Room, which is Mr. Chen, a Chinese Businessman, and my target. I continued walking towards the door when someone blocked my way that made me stopped. It is his Bodyguards.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

There was no doubt that the young man in front of him was Arkin Dio Amiel Josiah von Clandestine— the one and only crown prince of the empire. Amir felt a sudden chill followed by a slight pain in his temple. He closed his eyes and grimaced from the pain then he immediately stood up when he heard the icy voice in his head. “Retreat.” He bowed at Dio before he stood up and took a step backward. “Forgive my rudeness, but we will need to continue this conversation next time. Dio’s eyes grew wide when he saw that the attackers pulled scrolls from their pockets and tear them apart. Another teleportation scroll was ripped in front of him and he failed to take even one hostage!

the head of Sombra noted boringly. Chaos smiled wryly, but quickly became serious: “He was lying on the bowl of a hot spring at the foot of a Black Cliff. The exile discovered him first.” “Are you implying that a fragile girl managed to kill one of our guards? I don't recall appointing him to the watch.” Chaos shook his head. “This is Forky. When I left Imbra, he was still alive and serving there.” It took Ereb a few minutes to process what he had heard. His eyes narrowed, and he put the dagger to rest on a coral arm of a chair.

Dante asked, inserting a stud in his eyebrow-piercing. "Heck yeah... who won't be? I can't wait for everyone to see what we've planned. Did you guys see the amount of people trooping in for the past 3 days?" Clarry asked, and I gasped. "I know right? I'm afraid there won't be enough accommodation," I said, and Isaac chuckled. "Girl, this is Islantonio, there's always accommodation, even more than enough, so don't worry too much," he said, and I hummed. I glanced at my toenails, and Clarry wiggled her brows.