Clone Wars Ambush Novels & Stories

Scared. “Ryder…?” I broke into a run, rounding a corner into an open space. Clara was there, chained to a chair in the center of the room, looking exhausted and terrified. My chest tightened at the sight of her. “Clara!” I shouted, rushing toward her. That’s when the lights flared on and Victor’s men poured out from behind the crates, guns raised. An ambush. “Trap!” one of my men yelled, but it was too late.

“That was one time.” “Whatever.” Chloe waved a hand, dismissing my defense. “The point is, the sworn enemy phase is officially dead. I just hope he knows how lucky he is that you didn’t actually murder him when he reprogrammed your locker.” I laughed, the last of my anxiety settling. This was fine. They were taking it exactly how I wanted them to. I looked over at Julian. He hadn’t said anything yet. He was just watching me. He had that calm, steady look he always wore, the one that made him so easy to be around. He was a patient person, the kind of guy who never pushed for things that weren’t freely offered to him.

Sometime during the fight, Claw brings out two sets of arrows from Ambrosius's dungeon before throwing them to me, so I have more ammunition. I am on my last arrow, as the body count rises, when I see that the beast behind Ambrosius is still alive and reaches for the gun near him. It is a tough shot, since Ambrosius is in the way, but I am good at this shit, so I decide to take my chances. As long as Ambrosius does not move, he'll be okay. I take my aim carefully and fortunately the beast does not look my way, concentrated on the weapon next to him. But Ambrosius notices.

Then, footsteps approached. “Alpha!” It was Liam, Killian’s Beta, bursting into the clearing with a group of warriors at his back. Their eyes widened at the sight of the carnage bodies of rogues scattered, the trees scarred, the ground soaked in crimson. “What in the Goddess’ name happened here?” Liam demanded, his gaze flicking from Killian to Amara, then back to the strange burn marks on the earth where her power had struck. Killian rose slowly, still cradling Amara against his chest. His voice was clipped, sharp with authority. “An ambush. They knew where to find us.”

“And then we end Echo. For good.” They moved out at first light. The assault on the Ikoyi ruins was brutal and loud rebels drawing clone forces into a full-frontal battle while Alex, Damian, and a small elite team slipped through the old service tunnels. Hope remained safely with Ngozi’s group, her presence acting as a subtle disruptor to clone communications.

Mara nodded, impressed. Then the horns blew. And war swallowed us. The Clash Rogues poured like a black flood over the ridge, teeth bared, eyes too wild to be called human. The world collapsed into noise...growls, steel, the thump of bodies hitting the dirt, the air thick with the iron-sting of blood. My wolf surged inside me...fur and silver and instinct, a storm clawing at my ribs. “Hold the line!” My voice thundered over the battlefield.

“We’ve got company. A group of rogues is trailing us, and they’re closing in fast.” Liam frowned, his mind racing. “Could they be working for Vivian?” “Possibly,” Ethan replied, his voice tense. “Either way, we need to be ready.” Clara felt a surge of determination. “We’ll stand our ground. We’ve come too far to turn back now.” --- The rebels assaulted just before day break, their approach quiet and quick. The air was filled with the sound of clashing steel and the snarls of their foes. Clara centered on the Heart of Nyx, channeling its energy to form a defensive boundary around her companions.

A curated mask of confidence. And he wore no gloves—revealing the tattoo behind his thumb: C-73. Chaewon’s stomach clenched. “Target confirmed,” she whispered into her comm. “Clone Seventy-Three is live.” __THE FIRST DANCE — CHAOS IN SLOW MOTION__ The orchestra swelled, and suddenly, a slow waltz claimed the room. Couples began to pair. To her left, an ambassador’s wife leaned into a Russian heir. A Brazilian tech mogul twirled a masked girl half his age.

"Okay." Larissa's heart softened when she saw his adorable look. "I'm going, then!" As soon as she walked away, several people in black suddenly appeared and quickly attacked Ambrose. A glint of cold light appeared in Ambrose's eyes. Another set of cloned assassins? They had been quiet for a few days, and now they were back. Max hadn't caught up. He must have been delayed by something. These cloned assassins were clever. They cornered Ambrose and fought against him together.

Sparks snapped like fireworks against metal, bullets shattering glass, exploding against walls, ricocheting across the parking area. Kade, Kingsley, and Collins arrived right when the ambush unfolded. The moment Kade stepped out of the car, the cold expression on his face hardened. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink and didn’t even bother ducking. He simply inhaled once and pulled out his gun. “About time,” Kingsley muttered, rolling his neck as bullets whizzed past. Collins didn’t say a word. The enemies had range advantage, five guns firing from different corners of the compound, flashlights sweeping back and forth like hunting beams.