Clone Wars Ambush Novels & Stories

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.

Celest must have sensed the shift in the mood because she immediately pulled back, searching my face. I exhaled and stood up, fixing my disheveled shirt. “Enter.” Nathan strode in, his face grim. He barely spared a glance at Celest before bowing. “Boss, urgent news from the border.” I narrowed my eyes. “Speak.” “The mixed-blood rebels have launched an ambush on the eastern border. They slaughtered an entire village. No survivors.” The words slammed into me like a blade. Silence stretched between us as I clenched my fists. The familiar heat of rage burned through my veins, merciless.

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.

Once. Then went dark again. I turned to Matteo. “This isn’t just a vault. It’s a trigger.” “What do you mean?” “I mean… if we force it, something else opens. Or something else explodes.” “You think it’s a trap?” “No,” I said slowly. “I think it’s a memory he was trying to protect.” I stepped back. I needed time. And time was bleeding fast. The ambush came just before dawn. Our Hawks had followed the convoy to the old gas refinery on the southern cliffs. What they didn’t know was that the convoy wasn’t transporting men.

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.

Rowan POV: The ambush doesn’t look like an ambush. That’s what almost gets me killed. I’m escorting a supply convoy through the western underpass when the crowd swells too fast, too coordinated to be coincidence. Faces hard. Bodies pressing close. I feel it immediately. Not fear. Decision. Someone shouts, “That’s him!” Hands grab my jacket. Someone swings. I take the hit, pivot, shove back without drawing a weapon. “Stand down!” I bark. A woman screams, “You let them walk!” I freeze.

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.