Clone Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Claw’s POV If anyone ever tells you espionage is fun, they’re either high on wolfsbane or missing half their brain. Because nothing—and I mean nothing—about pretending to be a stray in the middle of a rogue-friendly but loyalty-hostile pit of half-mad wolves is fun. My name’s not Claw right now. It’s Caden. Caden with a stutter, a limp, and a fake story about losing my mate to a pack execution. Tragic, right?

Aiden swore, earning a growl from me to keep his mouth sealed. "Yes baby!" I praised as their wolves collided in the air, with Ronika knocking down Clara as they rolled down on the ground. My mate stood fast, aiming a paw at Clara's neck. She managed to sink the claws into the skin, tearing off fur and a chunk of meat, making Clara whimper. Blood gushed from the wound, but Ronika wasn't done.

His eyes blazed with fury and purpose. “You’ve crossed a line,” Damian said, voice steely. “This ends now.” The clone’s smile twisted into a sneer. “You’re too late,” he spat. “I’ve already claimed her. And I have plans, plans for the world.” Without hesitation, Damian lunged forward, fists clenched, and the duel erupted into chaos, strikes, kicks, and furious blows echoing through the chamber. The clone was enhanced, every movement precise and brutal, a perfect predator. Damian fought with a ferocity born from years of battle, determined to end this threat once and for all.

She wrapped her arms around his broad neck, leaning her weight fully into his scorching embrace, feeling the steady, eternal beat of his heart against hers. "We have two years before the Void Lords arrive, Dominic," Clara murmured against his lips when they finally parted, her eyes shining with absolute trust and fierce resolve. "Two years is more than enough time to build an empire that will crush them," Dominic purred low, a dark, wicked smirk curling his lips as he looked out over his realm. "Let them cross the galaxy, Clara. We will be waiting." High above the Jade Mountains the Star-Forge blazed bright into the starry nite. A beacon of hope and of terrifying power, lighting the way to t

Anna does not dodge. Instead, she bares her fangs and snarls, taking on the attack head-on. She could only hope her wolf is still as strong as before. She catches him in her mouth and bites, deep and strong, until he cries out. She releases him and throws him to the wall, creating a dent with the impact. The audience gasps and hurriedly goes a few steps back, avoiding being collateral damage. Seeing her strength still intact, Anna heaves a sigh of relief.

Ngisi ni Alex dito na kinaputla naman ni Noglas kaya nagsimula na namang magtawanan at mang-asar ang tropa. "Ayaw ko nga, ano ba 'yan sa dinami-daming p'wedeng i-dare ayan pa tsk." Angal niya in a cool way pero halata sa kaniyang namumutla siya at kinakabahan pero inaasar lang namin siya at hinatak patayo kaya wala na siyang nagawa kung 'di ang sumayaw.

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.

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e

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.

"One path is to become the Alpha Female, the strongest force of destruction. The other is to become a Moon Blessed, the one who carries on the bloodline. Between you sisters, who will rule through slaughter, and who will rule through reproduction?" Beneath the Moonfall Sanctum lay a desolate continent, ravaged by curses. The land was gray and barren, not a single blade of grass in sight. In the distance, shattered packs barely clung to existence. The werewolves were gaunt, skeletal. This was the world we were about to descend into. Memories from my past life surged forward like a tidal wave. Camilla hadn’t hesitated for even a second. She chose Alpha Female. Back then, she glanced sideways a