Clone Wars Books Novels & Stories

I didn't feel the strain in my body that I had started to get used to from all our other sessions. When Saturday rolled around, I was absolutely terrified all the same. It didn't matter how much training I've had; it still felt like far too little to go out into one of the harshest camps on the front line. I had finally been able to pick up my armor from the tailors yesterday, along with another set that felt thicker than the other two. Then I remembered Xavier saying that he was going to put in an order for winter leathers for me, considering all the camps close to the Beastial border tended to be quite cold. I had never actually seen snow before, but they said that the second you passed th

“You’re up.” Aggressively grabbing the stick from him, I take a single step forward. My retreat comes to a halt as Nox holds me back. “I haven’t made my half of the bet yet.” Those blue eyes land on me once more, his voice low and haughty, “if I win,” as if it matters, “you’re going to shut that pretty little mouth of yours and drop the clueless act. Scarecrow doesn’t stand a chance, because you’re already claimed. By me. The sooner you accept it, the sooner we can get back to us. I have lots of lost time to make up for.” What the fuck is he getting at? It’s a puzzle, cryptic words I can’t wrap my head around. It quickens my heart and weakens my legs. Claimed.

He planted a bomb in a pack nearby that will go off tonight. King William knows the wolves are weak at killing the innocent, so that's why they cannot defeat him. In contrast, I am King William, and I will always win because I have no scruples. During my war with the wolves, everyone and every age suffered collateral damage. As King William looks towards the small pack in the distance, he sees a huge puff of smoke in the sky. A wicked smile was on his face. He turns and walks into the castle.

“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.

Also, the word 'thankful' isn't enough to level how much grateful I am to you all for supporting me and this book. See you ‘till the next Claveria adventure, guys! Love y’all! *BOOK SERIES* -MELANCHOLY: THE MOON’S INCEPTION -A LUNA’S BLADE: FEUDS AND GRUDGES -TALE OF THE DEEP: A SIREN’S MELODY

"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.

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

The papers were covered in Roxy's neat, yet hurried, scribbles. Each page was dedicated to a specific supernatural species, with titles like "Reaver", "Vampire", "Werewolf", "Cryomancer", and "Witch" heading each section. Beneath these titles, Roxy had jotted down notes, presumably extracted from my book. “This book has a lot of history in it, and a lot of different species' history as well. I didn't want to keep your book forever, so I’m making my own book. My own supernatural compilation.” Her matter-of-fact tone couldn't disguise the pride shining in her eyes, and I could tell she was thrilled with her project.

Zeke kisses me like he’s trying to steal the very last piece of me before the chaotic, demanding world snatches us back entirely. Warriors move with purpose everywhere around us, the metallic clang of armor mixing with the low murmurs of command. The entire pack perimeter is humming like an agitated hive just moments before a swarm, perched on the brink of an existential war. It feels ridiculous, really, to be kissing in the dead center of all this intense military movement…and yet, somehow, it feels perfect, like the last sense of normalcy with everything absurd going on.

Mercy asked. "You will be fine, Mercy, I promise," he replied. "This is insane!" Mercy was about to say another word when Clifford shut her up with a kiss. She didn't push him away or try to resist him. Instead, she kissed him back passionately. Mercy was the first person to take her clothes off, and Clifford ran his hand around her naked body, making her moan into his mouth. She had missed his body and his touches so much. Clifford saw the way she reacted to his touches and hoped he didn't make any mistake in choosing her.