Clone Wars Books Novels & Stories

Wade finally reached and plucked the leather bound book, careful for no loose pages to slip out. Wade and Marc got to work. “Marc?” Klara’s voice crackled into his head. “Everything OK?” He was surprised she’d contacted him, and worried something was wrong. “Just wanted to check it worked.” He chuckled, “It did, I’m just looking into the coronation want to join?” Five minutes later there was a hesitant knock on the door. “Come in,” Marc stated, glad when Klara pushed it open. “Wade you can go.” He nodded and slipped past Klara as she walked in.

They were running out of time. He turned to Myrra. “The First King’s writings, do they say anything about what happens after the Crowns are destroyed?” Myrra scanned the ancient script again, her fingers tracing the faded carvings. A flicker of realization crossed her face. “…Power given, power taken. In sacrifice, the world is reshaped.” Elior’s stomach dropped. “Reshaped?” Myrra swallowed. “It doesn’t say how. Only that if the Crowns fall, everything changes.”

They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into the decontamination zone. I walked down the stairs slowly with my mentor and I held in a breath as through the glass and staff taking off their hazmat suits, I could see the contamination zone. I could see that there was row after row of cages of roaring alphas chained. I flinched with the betas with the sound increasing while Dr. Dawson stood his ground and smirked. "Those are people in cages?" I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"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.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

He’s just a little overbearing, but it all comes from his love for me. The Deads – this name still gives me the chills – go to train with the other warriors, saying that they want to see if the wolves have any chance against the Undeads heading our way, and Thea and Leo’s sons drag Lia and Blake outside, having mentioned something about getting to know their cousin.

She was the one who understood clearly what would happen if they didn't hand over the crown. So the rebels of rebellion had the chest in their hands, now there was no way to stop them, and the smoke that had been showing the boar family dissipates with the air, along with the werewolves themselves. "This can't be! We shouldn't have let ourselves be blackmailed like that. Those fools surely couldn't fight at all," said one of the crown guards.

“The Unnamed realises the inferiority of our chaos shards, a true shard is infinitely more powerful.” The cloak grew over the mask again, as the masks stopped rotating, the mask in front being one screaming in agony. “Its time the Unnamed became serious then.” A small portal opened and a book floated out. It was old, with inscriptions everywhere. The book opened on its own, and a red glow came from within. “Seventh Chapter of the Necronomion: Judgement of the Dark gods.”

"Weird stuff, huh? The gods' hidden agenda... Everything you need to know about your future is in those books. In order to find the Fated One, you'll need the clues to figure out where to look." With her head cocked closer, Alicia's grin deepened, her green tongue wagging. "Death and life are both shrouded in secrecy. In my possession are copies... which are also available to you, but at a cost." Darwin's breath caught in his throat once more, but this time he was terrified. In his haste to locate the manuscript, he may have forgotten the price that had been warned to him, and now he paid dearly for it. He raised his eyes to meet the Dark Creature's, whose shape had grown much more menacing

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