Clone Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Claw commented, with a disappointed expression of the damage I had just caused. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Just thought to go in tune with the werewolf world this time. Also wondering what you think about Killian finally marking Celeste. Would love to hear your thoughts on this entire chapter too, you know. You see, they really inspire me.

Papers cluttered the desk, reports from the latest attacks on our borders, all marked with the same grim news—more losses, more rogue incursions, more signs that Stormclaw was struggling to hold the line. I leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples, trying to block out the ache that had settled deep in my chest. It wasn’t just the pack’s struggles wearing me down. No, there was a deeper wound, one that had never fully healed. A wound named Valeria.

The surrounding mountains were a different green and the pine trees weren't as dense but the beauty was undeniable. Columbus, the current alpha, and a few of his wolves met them upon their arrival at the main house. The sun was beginning to set and Marcus and Amy would awaken soon. Brandt hugged Columbus in a tight embrace. "Have you heard from your father?" "Yes, a few weeks ago. He's not coming for the wedding and he wasn't very forthcoming with information on his whereabouts or how he's spending his time, but he's alive." Brandt released him and drew Emily to his side. "This is Columbus, Alpha of the Southwest Clan and son to my good friend Ivan. This is my mate Emily."

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

My wolf, who had been dormant and quiet for hours, suddenly howled inside my mind with recognition and desperate, overwhelming want. Mine. Mine. MINE. Zephyr's pupils blew wide, consuming the gold, his grip tightening involuntarily on my wrist as the same earth-shattering realization crashed over him like a tidal wave. I watched his carefully controlled mask crumble completely, replaced by shock so profound he looked like he had been struck by actual lightning. "No." The word ripped from his throat like a desperate prayer. "No, this cannot be happening. This is not real—" But the mate bond did not care about his denial or his anger. It wrapped around us both like unbreakable chains made of s

she replied, running her fingers through his hair. Nathan leaned in and kissed her passionately. Joyce could feel her heart racing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed. Joyce's towel slipped off as Nathan's hands roamed over her body, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly as he kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. Her eyes rolled towards her big window and saw a human figure watching them, or so she thought. Her eyes snapped open in shock. "Nathan, someone's watching us!" she exclaimed, pushing him away and reaching for her nearby towel to cover herself.

She nodded, but the bond flooded with her doubt and fear, her arms clinging tighter as silent sobs shook her frame. Weeks stretched into torturous months of radio silence, each day a knife's edge of waiting. The pack simmered with unease, patrols intensified as reports trickled in: alien scents at the borders, minor clashes that left warriors bloodied. Rumors swelled—rogue camps burgeoning, tales of a "lost heir" igniting fanatic loyalty. Clara's frustration erupted in our stolen moments, her voice breaking during a fierce spar. "I can't rot here forever, Tae!" she'd cried, her magic flaring wildly as she pinned me, tears streaming down her face. "The enemies are coming—let me protect what's

Author’s note : Hello cuties, What do you think will happen if Lucas finds about Klara’s kidnap? Would Kingsters start a war against BlackWolf clan? Share your thoughts in the comment section and please look forward to the updates. Love you all….

Twilight stopped giving out orders to the clones. The clones went into a frenzy and could not tell between friend and foe; they began to attack Twilight. One of them bit Twilight's hand while another bit her neck. Within seconds, she collapsed on the ground. The rest of the clones pounced on her. It was a brutal scene to watch. Everything happened too fast. Before anyone could react, Twilight was lying motionlessly in a puddle of blood. Larissa covered Vincent's eyes and turned her gaze away. The crazed clones continued to attack even after murdering Twilight.

“I made her your replacement.” Jian stepped forward, gun drawn. “Let her go.” The clone’s smile didn’t falter. “You still don’t understand, do you? You thought you could crawl out of the past you were born from. That love would save you. That fire would redeem you.” He leaned closer to the child. “But blood doesn’t choose love. It chooses order.” Chaewon screamed and lunged. Gunfire erupted. The clone fired first, striking Jian in the side. Jian fell hard, blood blooming across his ribcage.