Clone Wars Ao3 Novels & Stories

But the world outside had come crashing in with banners of iron and flame. Nia, buried beneath the cooling corpses of her parents and neighbors, could still hear the burning village crackling in the distance, the cries of the innocents, the imperial soldiers marching in a precise, terrifying rhythm. Their cloaks, sewn with raven symbols, had been seared into her memory. Her parents had whispered their last breaths as they shielded her, their blood mingling with the dirt beneath her. She had heard their final plea for her survival, a whisper lost to the wind.

“Very well. Let’s continue the show.” She rose slowly, her movements graceful and deliberate, every step commanding attention. “Put them in the arena,” she ordered, waving her hand lazily. “I’ll follow after a minute.” The guards responded without hesitation. They seized Jaxon and Dorian once again, dragging them through a narrow passage that led deep into the underground. The air grew colder with each step, the walls narrowing, lined with metal torches that flickered weakly in the dim corridor. The scent of rust, sweat, and dried blood lingered like a curse in the air.

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ on a different note please read my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden on goodnovel ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e

He is reminiscing about her saying, "We did what you said. The king is dead." But this time it hits differently. Something from the memory catches his attention. He turns back towards the place she was standing. She is long gone, only a fallen helmet of James is lying on the ground. Clouds in the sky puff away and the sun shines brightly. The helmet flies in the air and gets fitted on James's head as Reza's memory reconstructs the scene. James is walking towards the man sitting on his knees for a final punch. The cart's driver is standing behind James. Driver swings his heavy metal spear in the air. The blow of it knocks James to the ground. on his helmet. "What the fuck do you want from us

The thoughts in my head are overwhelming. I knew nothing good could have come from getting to know Austin and his brothers. Why did I ever agree to sleep with them? Why did I ever allow them to come into my life? They only cause drama. Well, I should have known it would happen. Because every single romance novel that has something to do with werewolves, vampires, or any mystical creature never ends well. The girl that is permanently stuck in the middle is always the one to get her heart broken or even killed.

She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole. Carina couldn't stop thinking about it as she lay on the bed, her hands couldn't help moving to touch her erect nipples, she pinched and flicked them, giving herself some pleasure. Gasping at the sensation, with her body jerking, she pursed her lips in dissatisfaction wishing she could find someone like the charming male lead in the book. Falling asleep with that thought, Carina found herself transported into the erotic scene she had just read. She was now Chloe, the female lead.

After that, he knew that he could never delay this thing any further. He left 2 new clones to take care of Mistress Ais and Ezperanza and then his true body left. * * * “Am i alone? This was the eternal question that plagued that mind of the Primal Author. It was just sad that all he found out in the end were annoying neighbors that knocked on his doors like the undying pests that they are.” Maru said to himself once was all alone in his cultivation room. His words has of course referred to the Chaos Monsters that sprang after the Primal Author had set up the foundations of the worlds and their laws.

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

“Yes, Arlo told me. I just didn't know it started; Since when?” “We need to focus here!” Arlo snapped. “Can I see the drawings of Ancient beings?” I requested, “Both the Lycanthropic dragons and the Apex predators?” “I would have shown you, but I thought it would be too sensitive,” Arwan responded softly. “I'm ready, I can manage,” I declared. Clara nodded and brought in several paintings of Ancient beings, a few alive and many dead. Arwan was part of them. I looked through and froze, “That's your mother; Melonie Aeron.” Arwan stated, pointing at a painting.