Clone Wars Artwork Novels & Stories

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Pair of hair swings over Alicia's face. She's only able to get glimpses of what's coming next. A golden gate gets opened by the guards standing nearby. The floor appears to be shinier and more decorated than the hallway. A circle with a golden sword in between appears to be in the center of the room.

“Rosa is widely celebrated across the global territories for his absolute brilliance in modern gear and silver jewelry design, but long before his famous brand launched to the alphas, his raw talent first emerged through the canvas. One of his earliest creations, Spring Goddess, holds a very special place in his artistic journey. The Valoria Ridge Art Den was incredibly lucky enough to add the Spring Goddess to its massive collection five winters ago, and it has remained one of its most cherished pieces ever since that day. As an alpha who deeply admires Rosa’s legendary work, my own eyes have studied this exact painting in great detail. I highly encourage all your wolves to take a closer lo

“I’d strip first.” “Erm… what about the bandag-” but before Klara could finish her sentence all her bones broke at once, she let out a cry but before Marc could grab her, her husky wolf burst through her skin. “You couldn’t wait two seconds?” Marc looked down knowing Klara wasn’t in control. Her light and dark grey head shook in a no. “We won’t be able to speak to each other… you still need to pledge loyalty to the crown.” Klara’s wolf head nodded, noting to Klara that they needed to do that. Marc turned from her to pull his clothes off, not that he cared, but he didn’t want to embarrass her. He allowed his wolf’s body to replace his skin, then turned, allowing his wolf control.

No spies, no watchers or so what that can reach Kirk all the way to his father. But the fucking bastard is pouring all the responsibilities and burden of this school to me. But it's fine by me because I can do anything I want to do here too. This school serves as the 'safe place' against the 'monsters'. At last, I reached the gymnasium. The people are getting lesser and lesser. I roam around, observing each painting. I heard Clive's work cause a stampede. Fighting over her art. But she refuses to sell Eros and Agape. And put the other one instead. They said it was impressive too. That's why, those who are interested to have Distress Mask need to ready their moneys for our resolve for it was

Next to me was a small chest that caught my eye, and I reached into it slowly, pulling out two different toys that were lightly coated in dust. The one on my left hand was a small wooden toy sword with chipping paint. A little pale blue tassel hung from the hilt and the Du Pleasant family crest was carved into the side of the blade. On my right hand was a soft sewn doll in a warm blue dress with faded white lace accents. Her little wiry blonde hair was still partially styled on one side while the other looked like it had been roughly dragged across the floor. The little pale blue button eyes were still hanging on by a stretched out thread and the family crest was stitched into the doll's ski

"The Golden Claw pack is at our borders, and they're demanding to see Ava." My heart sank, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me. It seemed like my worst fears were coming true. The war was coming to our doorstep, and I didn't know if we could avoid it.

Johnson said. Clifford escorted them out of the house. He thanked the both of them wholeheartedly and also transfered some amounts into their accounts before saying goodbye to them. Immediately, they left. He contacted the makeup artist close to his house and invited her to come make up Mercy and choose her costume. Clifford returned to the house and went straight to Mercy's room. "When my security comes here with the makeup artist, she'd make you up. Every single day for the one week, and you ate not allowed to wipe it off unless you are about to sleep," Clifford said.

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.