Clone Wars Artwork Novels & Stories

I rescued humans in the neutral zone and gathered scattered lone wolves under our banner. That was how I expanded the pack, helping them unify The Cursed Wildlands and reclaim the throne. But now, I was no longer on their side. A faint smile curved my lips. This time, I wanted to see how exactly Camilla planned to conquer the continent with the three useless wolves she had raised. A few days later, at the pack gathering, I saw Camilla again. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I still concealed my true appearance, covering my face with mud and ash, and stuffing padding into my clothes to hide my figure.

"Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?" "No." The third voice stopped them cold. "Bring her." They lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me deeper into rogue territory than any pack wolf had ever returned from alive. But I was not pack anymore, was I? I was nothing. The Rogue King waited in a clearing that felt older than memory itself. Tall as a tree and twice as dangerous, with scars mapping his face like constellations. When his silver eyes met mine, I saw something I had not seen in days.

They looked like they are really having fun, so I took photos and even some videos of then while they were playing to capture that. Beside the basketball game is the claw machine, which I busied myself with while the two are still on their little deal. I am not really fond of stuffed toys, but I spotted this really cute white little stuffed cat. It reminded me of Lucas. I played the game trying to win it so I could give it to him, as a thank you gift for fetching and bringing us home as well as paying for lunch. I was playing it for a few minutes already and I still have not succeeded. The two are also finished. Lucas won, of course, but I am pretty sure he would still be buying the three of

I have too much fun reminding her no one roots for the Lions, even if she did win them off a bet with Ben during her pre-college days. I'd rather skip this art show all together, but Trey has demanded my presence. The artist's entire display is composed of images from Dragons Reborn. He said it's an honor to be there. I was thinking more along the lines of copyright infringement, but now that we've sold the game I guess it's someone else's problem. Thank God for that.

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m