Novel & Cerita Clone Wars Fanfiction

Deadlier. We clashed again in a blur of motion. Fists. Claws. Teeth. The world narrowed to nothing but him. The sound of war faded into the background. There was no army. No battlefield. No castle. Just us. Two forces colliding with enough power to tear everything else apart. I drove him back again. Closer. Closer— Toward the broken arches that led deeper into the ruins. Toward his chambers. My claws tore into his shoulder, ripping through flesh as I forced him against the stone wall.

The pods around the room began to pulse with light — slow at first, then faster. Isabella stepped back, eyes wide. “They’re waking up!” “Get behind me,” I ordered. The first pod shattered. Then another. Then another. Figures stumbled out — malformed, enraged, their veins glowing faintly blue under their skin. Clones. Experiments. Soldiers made in my father’s image — in my image. They roared in unison, the sound inhuman. Damian shouted, “Weapons up!” Gunfire erupted. Bullets tore through glass and flesh, but the things didn’t fall easily. They moved too fast, too wild. I fought with everything I had — blades, bullets, bare hands. Each strike felt like hitting a piece of my own past.

“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.

This is not good. ****** I am in my hotel room, staring into my sad reflection. I'm wearing a black dress and a black veil is over my face. I'm a widow now, this is my dressing for the next few weeks. In less than six months, I have attended more funerals than I have previously in my entire life. Today is a funeral. Moonclaw’s funeral. They will learn that Erus is dead today, and they will learn that Gwen is their new leader. She plans to reunite the rogues and the wolves, but this will be a nightmare. I am glad Jordan and I will be far away when it happens.

As Vivian was being carried, she couldn't help but glance at the window once more, hoping to see any sign of Damian, but there wasn't any. "I have missed you so much, baby," Sergeant Chriswell said excitedly, his voice filled with longing and desire. "Me too," she said, a soft smile on her lips, her heart swelling with love. ★ Clara once again found herself in the dream world running away from a big and angry wolf. This was already becoming a pattern, her heart pounding in her chest.

"So what's your next rant?" "Well," I can't help but sigh again. "I'm being chased by two guys and they are so clingy." Of course, I did a little bit of tweak with my stories hehe. "So," He crossed his legs and arms. "Did you choose between them?" "Well, I think so?" I'm not really sure if choosing Claw means choosing Killian. "Why did you choose when you can have me?" I almost fell to the ground when I heard him. "Do you like me?!"

Club Swank was anything but. It wasn't in the best area of town; the clientele was sketchy, and the girls all had secrets-most of which included drugs, money, and sex. The owner was a known ringleader for a local gang, and the place looked like bangers ran it. I hated to even step foot inside. As soon as I opened the door, I'd be accosted by smoke, lousy music, and women who'd hang on me in an effort to make a few measly bucks. It wasn't my scene.

They stood together, each an abomination that had finally found its twisted match. "Leah, you conniving wench! At last!" Her lips curled into a cold, vindictive smirk as she slammed the door shut. "We're going to have such a delightful time." "Get out of my room!" I shouted, desperation hitching my voice. My legs were numb, unwilling to obey, while I knew exactly what this deranged pair had in mind. "You look like one of the Swanson boys." Clara purred, flicking her gaze to Darren. "The Swansons have always been so... delectable. Care to join us?"

Without a word he bolted from his office. *** Klara’s book lay discarded on the side as she was conversing heavily with her wolf. She wondered how she’d coped so long as the feeling of power seemed to now be leaking from her even in human form. She always knew her wolf was stronger than her, but now she felt amazing. Although Klara was irritated her wolf had basically waltzed up to the Wolf King and just… marked him. A noise made Klara look up, a woman she recognised but couldn’t think where was at the doorway. “So this is the King’s little pet,” she drawled, her claws extending. Fear coursed through Klara as she leapt to her feet, she recognised her ‘the bitch that touched what’s ours,’ her

“I know it won’t be easy, and nobody has to do anything they don’t want to. You can go off on your own if you want. Or all together and leave me on my own. But it won’t be any easier. You’ll still have to kill stuff one way or another. Try to think of it as a game. You’ve all played video games, right?” Flossie raised her hand again. “You mean like Candy Croosh.” “No, not really. More like...” I tried to think of a more appropriate phone app. “Clash of Clans? You know it? You fight people weaker than you, take their stuff, build up your strength. We have to do that.” “But this isn’t a game, is it?” said Claire. It was hard to say. I still felt like everything was too much like an RPG for it