Clone Wars Fan Art Novels & Stories

He is reminiscing about her saying, "We did what you said. The king is dead." But this time it hits differently. Something from the memory catches his attention. He turns back towards the place she was standing. She is long gone, only a fallen helmet of James is lying on the ground. Clouds in the sky puff away and the sun shines brightly. The helmet flies in the air and gets fitted on James's head as Reza's memory reconstructs the scene. James is walking towards the man sitting on his knees for a final punch. The cart's driver is standing behind James. Driver swings his heavy metal spear in the air. The blow of it knocks James to the ground. on his helmet. "What the fuck do you want from us

Lucas won, of course, but I am pretty sure he would still be buying the three of us ice cream. “Hey El, this claw machine is a scam. In fact, all of these are. You will just be wasting your tokens here,” Lucas said. They are already beside me. “I know, but I saw this cute little white cat and thought of you. I thought of giving it to you. Look, it looks like you. Especially when you are annoyed,” I responded, speaking what is on my mind. I was still playing the game while I spoke. This is getting irritating, why can’t this little cute cat just go with the claw?

That the braver thing the powerful man could do was to finally stop being fearful. In the penthouse, above the deluge, the two men furthest in the eye of the storm sat in the hushed hum of a city wagging its tongue about them. Jonah reclined on the couch, scrolling through his phone, with a blanket over his knees, a look of constant shock across his features. "Clark," he breathed. "There's fan-art of us… as space explorers. Holding hands on the moon. The caption is 'Love is the final frontier.'" He laughed in amazement. "What's going on?

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.

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.

I moved my gaze to where his cut should be and a rush of air left me. There, where our blood had joined and mixed together, was a solid black marking the size of my fist. It was a circle with small swirls sticking out of it here and there. And inside it was an intricate design of curls, thick and thin lines and loops. In the very center of it all was a four pointed star that connected to everything around it. Tears welled up in my eyes at the sight of it and I quickly reached up to touch my own neck, looking into Dorian's eyes and knowing that I had one too.

“Yes, Arlo told me. I just didn't know it started; Since when?” “We need to focus here!” Arlo snapped. “Can I see the drawings of Ancient beings?” I requested, “Both the Lycanthropic dragons and the Apex predators?” “I would have shown you, but I thought it would be too sensitive,” Arwan responded softly. “I'm ready, I can manage,” I declared. Clara nodded and brought in several paintings of Ancient beings, a few alive and many dead. Arwan was part of them. I looked through and froze, “That's your mother; Melonie Aeron.” Arwan stated, pointing at a painting.

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

"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.