Clone Wars Ambush Novels & Stories

The agents grabbed their backpacks before throwing themselves into the firefight as they rushed towards their principal’s battered transport. Mercenaries appeared from the brush like a swarm of ants, and Gage peppered them with a semi-automatic spray while assessing the carnage. The ambassador’s convoy took the worst hit from a large truck, which had propelled Team Three’s vehicle straight into the embankment. Crushed metal was all that was left. The ambassador’s driver tried to bulldoze his way out of danger, revving his engine and shooting forward. “Incoming!” Gannon shouted. While rushing for Chantal, Gage took cover as an RPG sailed out of the veiled mist and clipped the front of the amb

Before I can reverse, two more cars pull up behind me. I grit my teeth, letting my claws extend. An Ambush. That's what this is. And I have a very bad feeling... The Werewolf Corps just made their move.

The door creaked open under Marcus’s boot. Inside, Daniel sat alone at a metal table, staring at a small device emitting a soft blue pulse. He looked up slowly, eyes glassy, movements unnaturally calm. “Took you long enough,” Daniel said, voice flat. “The voice told me you’d come tonight.” Joel stepped forward, pistol steady. “What voice, Daniel? Talk fast.” As Daniel was about to answer, the ambush erupted. Gunfire shattered the windows from multiple directions. Mercenaries in dark tactical gear poured in through side entrances. Marcus dove behind a rusted machine, returning fire. Bullets ricocheted wildly off metal beams.

Ryan’s voice sounded through the comm, “Alpha Damon? I think there’s something wrong, they’re out but still not registering on the thermal. You and Mara are…. Those aren’t normal wolves.” “Whatever you do, stay in the van.” I snapped. “If they find out your location at this moment, this entire operation is dead. Stay in position. I count just twelve altogether, we can take them… whatever they are.” I heard a click sound somewhere, and suddenly the first one by my side lunged. The ambush came swiftly, I met him midair, my claws ripping through his chest. The impact should have shredded him in half but he didn’t retreat, he didn’t even flinch. There was something coming out of his mouth, as he

The room is silent, the echoes of the fight fading away, leaving only the sound of my ragged breathing and the distant howl of the wind outside. Amber stands over him, her expression a mixture of triumph and horror. I rush to her side, concern flooding my chest as I see the blood seeping from her shoulder, a fresh wound from the gunshot. “Amber!” I reach for her, but she shakes her head, her eyes fierce despite the pain. “I’m fine, Tjeck. We did it. We stopped him.” I pull her into a tight embrace, relief flooding through me, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the sight of Clay’s lifeless body. “Is it really over?” I ask, my voice thick with emotion.

* Alex Hamilton * The trees parted like unwilling witnesses to the storm we brought. We caught up to her convoy at the edge of an abandoned industrial zone, rust and smoke hanging in the air like ghosts of the Cold War. Claire's fleet of matte-gray SUVs were parked in a half-moon around a dilapidated refinery. Men swarmed the perimeter in black combat gear, mercenaries, not loyalists. She had bought bodies, not hearts. I stepped out first, rifle low, breath even.

“Together. But first get to Lagos. I’ll cover your exfil.” We dressed, moved out Land Rover rumbling through morning traffic. But as we hit the highway, Eze’s voice crackled over the radio: “Ambush ahead. Mikhail’s remnants loyalists. They know about the lock.” The road exploded IED detonating under the lead vehicle in our convoy. Gunfire raked the Rover. Katarina swerved, tires screaming. Dante shoved me down. Rocco returned fire through the window. We spun off the road, into the bush pursuers closing.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

The ground exploded. The earth beneath Oragon cracked violently, throwing him forward as jagged rock speared up from below. He barely managed to twist away, but not fast enough. He screamed. Blood splattered the stone. “Oragon!” Winter shouted. I spun just in time to see Oragon collapse hard, his leg twisted at an unnatural angle, blood soaking through his armor. The ambush hit immediately after. Figures poured down from the cliffs more than before. Ten. Maybe twelve. Not cloaked this time. Armored. Marked with symbols that burned faintly red.

The Explosion Stefan's POV- I tightened my fingers on the steering wheel, my knuckles white. The cracks in the fractured glass of the windshield were a vivid reminder of the ambush from behind that had almost taken me out. The taillights on the black SUV had disappeared into the Seryne night, and my pulse hammered, while my mind raced. I muttered a curse, not only at the hired muscle who’d taken a shot at me but at, well, me. I’d rushed to Clawford Corporation on instinct, compelled by a nagging need to protect Valenticia after Carter’s call about her strange login.