Clone Wars Ao3 Novels & Stories

~ ANASTASIA ~ I can't stop myself from falling. And no, not in love. But into a dark abyss due to exhaustion. I stay on the bed, limp, my breath coming out in short shuddering whimpers. I know my clitoris will be swollen by tomorrow.

Kayo’s tails curl around us all, trembling. Rowan just grips my shoulder, glasses fogged, whispering “thank the void” over and over. Nerida’s tentacles dim to soft aurora, brushing my cheek like tears. I’m crying too. Not from pain. From full. From whole. From *here*. The system pings softly in the back of my head—new notifications scrolling like afterthoughts. *Crimson Restoration complete. Soul anchor stabilized. Pack bond: 1000%.* *New Title Unlocked: The Storm That Returned.*

Then thousands, blooming across the dark map of the world like wildflowers opening in fast motion. "It’s the Nulls," Wolfy choked out. "They're pledging first. Solidarity." "And the Lycans?" Barzil asked. His throat felt lined with sandpaper. Wolfy tapped a key. A new layer of lights appeared. Gold ones. They started in the Dregs. Then the Citadel. Then the far reaches of the Wastes. "The Rogue Clans," Wolfy whispered. "They're pledging. 40%... 50%..." Neoma covered her mouth. Her knees buckled again, and Barzil had to hold her up entirely. She wasn't shaking with fear anymore. She was sobbing—heaving, gasping breaths that racked her ribs against his.

I asked, not bothering in the slightest to lighten my tone for the bastard. "Well, as you know, certain familiars can get you better standings in Celestia, and it just so happens that one of the high advisors to the throne is looking for a suitable wife." The second those words came out of his mouth, I felt the shift in the air as Xavier slowly, deliberately set his glass down onto the table, as Nova visibly shrank back further, as if thinking that my father would even attempt to grab her with the two of them here. This time, though, it wasn't just tension radiating off Xavier. I felt every hair on my body stand on end as his power charged the air around us in his silent fury. I glanced up a

“You underestimate me, Zack. I may not be invincible, but I will fight with every ounce of strength within me to protect the ones I love. Your reign of terror ends here, and justice will prevail.” And with those words, I launched myself into battle, fueled by a burning desire for retribution and armed with the memory of Jane, the love I had lost, and Rebecca, the one this damn bastard wants to end. The clash between our fates echoed through the deserted fortress, a symphony of vengeance and redemption that would shape our destinies forever.

But I couldn't. My mission was a lie. I was supposed to make her fall for me, and even though I was becoming sick with my obsession for her, marking her meant a promise. Sealing her as mine forever and then disappearing would destroy her forever. I quickly changed the subject. "Melissa flirted with me. She said I signed my death warrant by crossing Cassian Thorne." "He's a rogue, Arden," she breathed, terror lacing her voice. "The Lord of the seven most feared rogue territories."

“Good. It’s time we reignite the war between wolves and humans. And this time, we aren’t stopping with a cup half-full.” And it all starts with Tobias fucking Irons, Beau thought. Soon, he’ll pay for what he did.

he cleared his throat, "Celestine," "Actually, there are few words I would like to say before that... grand communion." I froze in my tracks, turning to face my people, " A lot has happened, and I missed out on a lot of lost battles, wins, and new beginnings. Today I promise you, I will right every wrong Valdomore has caused us, and even though A.R.E.S labs have become our number one enemy, by rebranding themselves as W.C.K.D, I think there is hope. I worked with these people, for years and now that my memory is back I can vouch for them---" my speech was disrupted by low mumbles, "I know, I know... it's hard to hear, hard to believe but together we will fix this world, I---"

It was a calculated insult, specifically designed to wound his Alpha pride and create the opening I desperately needed to escape. His hand closed around my wrist like an iron shackle before I could take two steps. "We are not done talking, Seraphine." The moment his bare skin touched mine, the entire world exploded around us. Lightning raced up my arm, setting absolutely every nerve ending on fire. The mate bond slammed into place with the devastating force of a freight train, stealing my breath completely and short-circuiting my brain. My wolf, who had been dormant and quiet for hours, suddenly howled inside my mind with recognition and desperate, overwhelming want.

My soul aches with love so big it feels divine already. “Thank you,” I whisper. “For staying.” He smiles soft, real, unguarded. “I’d follow you into heaven, hell, or whatever this is.” Clara snorts, a spark dancing between us. “This is worse,” she mutters. “It’s a group project.” I burst into bright, ringing laughter and then The vortex pulls us in. Moonfire. Stormlight. Gold. All three exploding into a blinding, all-consuming brilliance. This is the end of Aria.