Clone Wars Clone Blaster Novels & Stories

he shrugs, “if you leave here you'd just find my colleagues and attack them. No, you either make your stand here and die or you try to retreat and die. Those are your only options.” “Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine” Corrin mocks, “what makes you think you'll win?” “Because I will,” he says flatly. What the fuck are we going to do? “Enough talking” Ash roars as he lunges at the Knight. He brings his claws down on the man, but he's faster, pulling his Claymore and using it to block the blow. The impact makes a screeching sound as his claws scrape the steel. He uses the blunt side of the Claymore to push Ash back then he swings.

"I’ve got a better idea." Hands trembling, I opened my laptop and pulled up the latest post from Adrian Cross. His robot specs and demo video stared back at me. It was identical to mine. I knew it. "What the hell? This afternoon, I checked Adrian’s robot. It was nothing like ours!" "That snake! Where the hell did he copy this from?" Zane leaned over my shoulder, eyes wide in shock.

They didn't have souls; they were just empty shells filled with a twisted version of my own magic. "Kill them," Chloe commanded, her voice cold and sharp. "But try to keep the girl’s heart intact. We still need the marrow." The first clone lunged. She was a blur of silver and black. Rowan let out a primal roar and swung his arm, sending a wave of violet force toward her. The clone was thrown back, but she flipped in mid-air and landed on the ceiling, her claws digging into the metal like it was soft clay. "Rowan, let me go," I pleaded. "You can't fight them while holding me. You’re burning up!"

the moon light poured through and directly touched him, igniting every ripple of pain and power in Adrian’s body. Adrian grabbed the bars, gasping as heat shot through his body. His mother whispered fiercely, “Push through it, my son. Let your wolf come out” The first shiver of transformation rolled through him like a dark tide. His bones cracked audibly under the strain, the hall echoing with the faint cracks of shifting ligaments and stretching muscles. His skin stretched, muscles twisting and contorting. His nails thickened and turned to claws before the gasps of the nobles could even fully register.

She shoved me down and huffed as she hovered over me, my cheeks stinging faintly with the cuts her nails left behind. “I could see it every time he looked at you or your brother… I could hear it when he would say your names in conversation… He still wanted her, a dead woman, over me!” Her hands came up then, showing her claws and coming closer to my face. “It was always that violet eyed bitch over me… and now I have to deal with a near clone that keeps getting in my way.” I cringed away as a twisted smile grew on her face, the darkness in her eyes increasing as her teeth started to sharpen. “I’ll dig those damned eyes out… maybe then he’ll forget her… maybe if I can remove every trace of her

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.

*Bram* “Walk with me, Commander Bram.” Alpha Kaelen gives me an order, and I obey it, even though I’m immensely busy at the moment. We are in the process of preparing for our newest attack against Moon Falls Pack. Normally, our preparation doesn’t involve any sort of weapons because it’s considered dishonorable for wolf shifters to fight with weapons. But… Alpha Kaelen has decided he doesn’t care about honor at this point. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to destroy the enemy. So we aren’t just loading up the supplies we will need–food, water, shelter, supplies for the healers–but weapons as well. Metal claws that fit over our regular ones, body armor, even bows and arrows and knives tha

“One hundred and thirty-six of them.” The next moment, Biefren split into two, then four, and finally, one hundred and thirty-six clones. However, just as these clones were about to attack simultaneously, James executed the Dawnblaze Form and the Terrastride Step. He moved instantly. Boom! Boom! Boom! Amidst continuous and intense explosions, countless illusions flickered around James. The clones shattered in mid-air before they could strike. The speed, the power, and the timing of his attacks caught Biefren off guard. Amidst the spreading energy waves, Biefren once again spurted blood and flew away like a leaf.

“She’s been cloning more than me.” A soft hiss drew their attention. The door behind them slid open, and the clone stepped in. His shirt was torn, bloodless despite the fight. His face was calm again. “You can’t run from perfection,” he said. Liam stepped forward, shielding Ava behind him. “You’re not perfect. You’re empty.” The clone tilted his head. “And you’re obsolete.” He moved first too fast. Liam barely blocked the first hit, but the second landed across his jaw. The fight was brutal, silent except for the sound of fists meeting flesh and the hum of the pods vibrating from the impact.

Echo intercepted her mid-turn, grabbing her by the collar and shoving her back into another clone so hard they both staggered. Then the world exploded into motion. I slammed my shoulder into a blurred-faced clone, knocking it sideways into a beam. Another grabbed my wrist; the marked one, and heat flared so sharply I cried out. It was like my skin had touched a forge. The clone recoiled instantly, hissing, as if the mark had burned it. Echo was a storm beside me, ducking under a swinging arm, her elbow cracking into a throat. The clone gasped, collapsing, but another stepped over its body without hesitation.