Clone Wars Ambush Novels & Stories

The explosion shook the docks like an earthquake. Fire erupted behind the convoy. The first armored vehicle lifted off the ground before crashing onto its side. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. Smoke swallowed the night. "Ambush!" Marco shouted. "Take cover!" Gunfire erupted from every direction. Bullets tore through the warehouse walls. The enemy had never been inside. They had been waiting outside all along. Mark grabbed Moretti's collar, but the rival leader only smiled. "You were looking at the wrong building."

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.

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.