Clone Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I groaned before throwing the phone away in fury. My mind was blocked. I could no more take those damn conditions. He is playing with me even when he is gone. Just how could he do that to his own son? That's enough now. I mean, what kind of creepy conditions were those? Is it a game that he could play around? Getting engaged was far enough and now they want me to get involved in a flash marriage. Is that a joke? Which girl on earth will marry someone in a flash of time? This is ridiculously impossible.

I couldn't even look at him as my throat felt dry. Then the gates swung open, and they walked in. Stormclaw’s crew, all armored up in black steel, wolf pelts thrown across their shoulders, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. They moved like one beast, zero chaos, just this eerie, silent discipline. Total opposite of Bloodfang’s usual rabid circus. And Seth himself led the pack.

continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her. "Hang on, hang on. I've got the idea. I'll wait for her to respond," he said with a laugh. Arianna stayed for a few more minutes and then left since she had to feed her little one. Weston went up to his room to read the book. It seemed that the female protagonist called Annabella Darlington was twelve when she met the male protagonist Colton Fray who was eighteen. The story started the same way as theirs. Colton's twin brother Grayson seemed like a carbon copy of Hudson. Everything proceeded the same way as their love story did. On Annabella's sixteenth birthday the fight between Colton and Jordan was similar to that between him and Gordon. Colt

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!"

"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!"

Kalias added. Aidas tried to mask his displeasure, while Carden didn't bother to. The Fireborn Heir glared at his father, who didn't spare him a single glance. Against our wishes, we took a bow and agreed to be personal tutors of a Wolf, and also protect her in a college full of people who hated her.

They were so close now they filled half the sky—a geometric nightmare ready to crush the earth. "Thirty-one chapters left," I whispered. "Then let's get the party started," Félix said, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of rain and the coming fire. The Anchor was locked, the Flesh was aligned, and the White Wolf was ready for the collision. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "I think Lyra just 'blinked' Arthur's pocket watch into her collection. We are definitely going to have to return that." I laughed, a bright, clear sound that carried over the sapphire waves, marking the beginning of the War of the Collision.

“Sister, breathe, I, help, like, Caiden.” “Don’t,” Caiden says. “The blood law, if she touches him—” Rowan touches my stomach anyway. Black light pours in. Not pain. Power. The clone screams. “No, he’s mine.” He charges. Draven meets him mid-air. Caiden fires from the ground. Rowan roars, and the chains on the ferals shatter. And I push, because my son commands it. The sky cracks open. Not thunder. Not magic.

​The Citadel of the First Verse was not merely crumbling; it was being unwritten. As the "Gemini-Omni Archive" flooded the Council’s sterile networks with a century of raw, un-edited human grief, the white marble of the Core’s sanctuary began to dissolve into streaks of grey static. The twelve clones—the "Failed Drafts"—did not scream. They flickered like guttering candles, their faces twisting into expressions of ancient, weary envy as they watched Kael, Nora, and Elia race toward the docking bay.

"The wedding dress is so beautiful! I wonder if Clayton is going to like it!" "It's all fake. Everything's all fake. He still loves Gladys the most. Of course he does…" "What a joke. I'm just a replacement. Why did I ever think that I could change his destiny?" "I don't want to love him anymore. System, please send me back to my own world." Clayton was left stupefied by the time he read the last line. He gripped the diary so hard that it creased between his fingers. He felt a sudden rush of anxiety overwhelming him, and he slid to the floor like jelly.