Clone Wars Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

"What? The Alpha would never—" "And you!" I turned to the 'Rebel' Iris. "Rowan actually prefers cats! He finds wolves too high-maintenance!" The 'Rebel' clone paused, her hand dropping from Rowan’s dagger. "Cats? That’s not in the character bio..." The static in the sky intensified. The Author’s voice was a chorus of frustrated keyboard clicks. “STOP RUINING THE TENSION!” "The tension is boring!" I screamed at the void. "Give us a mystery! Give us a heist! Give us a plot that isn't about who I'm sleeping with!"

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

The Emotional Implosion: The Father’s Impossible Choice Julian grabbed a handheld terminal, his fingers flying across a keyboard made of light. "Clara, he’s a Trojan Horse! If he’s born, he’ll have the 'Architect’s Signature.' He’ll be able to rewrite the Reader’s reality! He’ll turn this entire world into his own personal Dictatorship of the Plot!"

** Hi, this is your author. Thank you so much for reading Clara and Rodrick’s story. I hope you fell in love with them, too. Clara was never an antagonist and Rodrick was never a crazy fucker lol In case some of you still don’t know, this is a second book. The first one is in my profile and it’s called ‘Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha’ The next in this universe is going to be Andrew and Alessandro’s love story. I’ll start uploading their chapters tomorrow. Since it’s finished already I’ll probably upload two chapters a day

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

"Still, he seemed angry about something. More than usual, I mean." "Zephyr always looks angry lately. It comes with the territory of being Alpha, I suppose. All that responsibility and pressure." I patted my hands dry with a plush towel with deliberate slowness, letting them continue talking. Information always flowed more freely when people thought you were not actually listening. "My mate says there has been unusual rogue activity near the southern borders," the redhead continued, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Three scouts went missing last month. Just vanished without a trace."

Hello dear reader RavenClaw here. As you know the plot of this novel start to reveal more about our protagonist origin and power and the gods from the Love craftian lore start to reveal themselve and beceome more active. So I need to recollect my thought on how to proceed with the story and Since It's new years I require some rest, right now working nearly around the clock was not good for my health at all. Yesterday I just faint on the spot in front of my PC and so I decide to give myself somerest to, there are a lot of game I want to play in the future so I want to keep my health in check.

Lucas gasped and emits a sudden, forceful hacking sound as he squeezes out a few words, “Kiss… my white… werewolf ass.” Lydo gnawed. She thrust her hand against Lucas’ throat. “Wrong answer!” she snarled at Lucas with her fangs displayed. She was aiming for Lucas’ chest when a wind blast knocked her off her feet. Lydo hastily sprang back to her feet. Her gaze was drawn to a dozen of white clan witches all dressed in a white flowing gown. She’s outnumbered. Sniffing into the air, she sneered and disappeared into a puff of smoke by covering herself with her cloak.

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

Her lips pulled apart in an open smirk, as she held her claws out like if I dared to say another word, she'd do worse than she already had. Everyone laughed. No one stopped her. They were always on her side, no matter who was wrong. "Babe,” My stomach turned. Warner's voice travelled from behind us. I watched her smirk widen as she drew back. When her claws receded, I released my breath. "Thank your stars…” She smoothed my hair. "That I'm not in a bad mood today.” Warner. Her mate. My high school crush who eventually didn't become my mate. He became hers instead.