Clone Wars Ambush Novels & Stories

It was an order the White King’s army obeyed. Immediately, weapons clashed against one another, and flames spilled into the air. It was an ambush.

This was an ambush. The first tough resolved out of the shadow of one of the huge columns supporting the upper levels and the glass roof three stories above spanning the courtyard. The dark storm clouds visible above occluding the moonlight, allowing only the infrequent glare of lightning to throw dancing shadows across the yard. It was out of these two other hulking forms that emerged from either flank."These fine gentlemen are here to make sure you're well-behaved..." Armando leveled his gun at the first thought opposite him and two Identical weapons seemed to spawn in the hands of the other two leveled at his chest from either side.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND _ FOUR Clifford removed his phone from his pocket and texted an unknown number. "Close your eyes for five minutes, " he told them and walked over to the door. He returned with two men, twin kids, and two lawyers. Mary stood up to her feet, screaming at the top of her voice while she rushed to the man who held twin kids by his side. She hugged him passionately and sobbed in his arms. Henry stood up with his eyes and mouth wide open.

But I couldn't. My mission was a lie. I was supposed to make her fall for me, and even though I was becoming sick with my obsession for her, marking her meant a promise. Sealing her as mine forever and then disappearing would destroy her forever. I quickly changed the subject. "Melissa flirted with me. She said I signed my death warrant by crossing Cassian Thorne." "He's a rogue, Arden," she breathed, terror lacing her voice. "The Lord of the seven most feared rogue territories."

Amara stood among the wreckage, her boots crunching over shattered glass and scattered shell casings, her chest rising and falling with the ragged rhythm of someone who had tasted blood—and wanted more. The ambush had been brutal, but she had turned it around, turned Lorenzo’s trap into his coffin. Now his body lay slumped in the corner of the warehouse, eyes wide open in a permanent mask of disbelief. The remaining loyalists had either fled or been executed on the spot. And through it all, Amara felt… calm. Too calm.

*POV: Elena* --- The throne room reeked of incense and steel. I stood beneath the blackened Montrose crest, my fingers curled tightly around the hilt of my ceremonial dagger. The chill in the air had nothing to do with winter. It was the cold before a storm—the silence before rebellion. And I could feel it vibrating beneath the marble floor like distant thunder. Something was coming. Something… close. “My Queen,” Commander Ainsley entered, head bowed. “There was an ambush at the southern border. Our supply convoy was seized. The attackers carried Montrose insignia—old banners. Rebels.”

he shrugs, “if you leave here you'd just find my colleagues and attack them. No, you either make your stand here and die or you try to retreat and die. Those are your only options.” “Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine” Corrin mocks, “what makes you think you'll win?” “Because I will,” he says flatly. What the fuck are we going to do? “Enough talking” Ash roars as he lunges at the Knight. He brings his claws down on the man, but he's faster, pulling his Claymore and using it to block the blow. The impact makes a screeching sound as his claws scrape the steel. He uses the blunt side of the Claymore to push Ash back then he swings.

The old-fashioned way is bodies. Clone bodies out of the flood. Residual bodies along the rail with knives and stolen guns. Tame bodies dragging half-awake rack survivors toward relay exits. My body, too hot and too pregnant and too useful, standing in the middle with a burned hand the city has learned to mark. The first clone reaches the gallery edge. Sarah shoots its elbow before it clears the rail. Renn’s fighter beside her drives a pry bar through its shoulder and levers it backward into the water. Another clone climbs over the falling one without looking down.

queen Eleanor asked. “CLASH OF THE BATTLE VALLEY EMPIRES.” He replied quicky and after he regreted it. Because, the expression on their faces clearly showed that they did not understand the title until he read it aloud for them. He wanted to know why they were very stunned by it but he knew it was not his place to ask. Lady Elizabeth looked at Queen Eleanor with a face of triumph. She turned towards him and asked him if there were anything else eye-catching but he said no. Silence filled the room. And he felt a discomfort he had not felt since he entered theplace.

When I woke up on the hospital bed five hours later, there was no one else in the ward besides me. It seemed Marco Lombardi still hadn't come by. I struggled to sit up, wanting to reach for the glass to take a drink, when I saw the nurse walk in carrying replacement IV fluids.