Clone Wars Ambush Novels & Stories

Isabella's jaws dropped and she got up. "Thanks," she shouted over her shoulders and ran towards the first floor where the A/V room was located. She skidded to a stop right in front of the A/V room and to her horror, she saw Hudson and Weston fighting like crazy animals. A crowd had gathered around them, watching them with their mouths hanging open. There was blood everywhere with busted lips and knuckles and so on and so forth. Isabella saw red. "Stop this immediately, " she shouted at the top of her lungs.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.

Should've ripped his throat out then, council be damned. Flashbacks assaulted me as I drove: the café ambush unfolding in brutal clarity. We'd arrived stealthy, shadows in the urban sprawl, Mara hacking the security feeds to confirm Hanlon's presence—sipping espresso at a corner table, his slick smile greeting a hooded contact. My team moved in—flanking positions, silent signals—but then the trap sprang. Gunfire erupted from the alleys, Hanlon's mercenaries pouring out like rats from the sewers, silver-tipped bullets whining through the air. One grazed my shoulder, searing flesh with that cursed burn that slowed healing, while another clipped Jax, my beta, sending him crumpling with a yelp.

“And now?” Rowan didn’t answer—because suddenly, the air shifted. Outside, movement. Fast. Heavy. Evelyn’s spine straightened. Instinct howled through her blood. “They found us,” Rowan whispered. Then the wall exploded inward. Wilderness Ambush Three attackers. Trained. Muzzled, armored, not Circle—something worse. Rogue enforcers, maybe ex-Circle. No insignias. Evelyn lunged before thinking. Her shift tore through her bones like fire. She didn’t hold back this time.

Hitting exactly where the false plan said they would. Perfect timing. Perfect positioning. Confirmation. But we were ready. “Now,” I signaled. Hidden teams burst from concealment. Finn’s wolves from the north. Sera’s from the south. The ambush became a counter-ambush. Chaos exploded. But controlled chaos. Our chaos. Vax’s forces hadn’t expected resistance. They scattered, trying to regroup. Our convoy guards held position. Defending the bait supplies convincingly. And Marcus He moved toward the tree line. Away from the fight.

Marcus drawled, “you and your little pet have finally arrived. How touching.” Damian’s jaw tightened. “This ends tonight, Marcus. No games, no tricks.” Marcus chuckled. “You think it’s that simple? You walk into my house, into my rules… and you think you’ll win?” Damian’s eyes hardened. “We make the rules tonight. And you lose.” First Clash The tension broke like a snapped wire. Marcus lunged toward a hidden panel, activating a trap that sent sparks and alarms blaring through the chamber. Alpha and Bravo moved instantly, neutralizing the guards that emerged, while Damian and Eli advanced, staying in perfect sync.

COLE Black smoke clawed up the sky like a dying man reaching for heaven. We rode toward it anyway, because there was nowhere else to go. The convoy ambush had already happened. Ronn’s message through the contact had been short and brutal; three vans hit, most of the women taken back, two Revenants dead. The burning ahead was probably the last bridge we had out of this parish. My hands ached on the grips. Raine’s arms were locked tight around my waist, her body pressed against my back like she could hold the whole world together through sheer will.

"Madam, the mission failed. Xavier Grayson arrived early." A cold, feminine voice crackled back, "Then withdraw. Leave no traces. We will find another opportunity." The man stood, signaled his team, and vanished into the shadows of the canopy. The Ambush on the Road Back at the car, Chloe watched the tree line with the eyes of a hawk. Suddenly, three men emerged from the woods. They wore black masks and moved with the silent coordination of special forces. One of them carried a long-range sniper rifle slung over his back.

"I think that's exactly what it wanted to see." "It was watching," Joanna said. "Cataloguing. The second ambush was designed around a convoy that would just shoot back." He glanced at Rachel in the mirror. "It didn't account for us." Joanna said nothing. The undead had started running reconnaissance. Soon, the convoy slowed to a crawl as the team pulled close to the coordinates of the first ambush site. The skeletal remains of abandoned cars lined the asphalt, creating a claustrophobic gauntlet. "Do you pick up anything?" Joanna asked, her eyes scanning the dense tree line shifting in the shadows.