Clone Wars Grievous Intrigue Novels & Stories

They were watching, plotting, and waiting for me to fall. Within the room with me was General Darius Blackthorn, the man who had fought my battles and never came back without the trophy. Before us were the reports of the recent happenings. It was all happening too soon, too quickly, and not being looked into. General Thorn stared at the scattered reports as if they had personally offended him. In a way, they had offended not only him but everyone in the room. The reports transmitted the same message in different words and handwriting. “The Claw Pack has doubled their border patrol,” General Thorn reported quietly.

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.

I let my free hand travel up his arm and over his shoulders so I could pull him even closer to me. When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathing heavily and our lips were kiss swollen. Daniel’s lower lip however, bore a slight red mark that indicated the place I’d bitten him. I ran the pad of my thumb over that mark and felt Daniel’s hands on my cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen. “I can’t.” “Grace?” His eyes were suddenly serious; the hunger I’d seen in them just a second ago was now gone.

A displeased expression etched itself onto Jericho's face as Evans, Alpha Malik's guard, rode in, causing him to suspend the crucifixion. Evans approached, delivering a scroll and informing Jericho that it was a message from Alpha Malik himself. Jericho accepted the scroll from Evans, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. Carefully, he unfurled the scroll, his gaze fixated on the words inscribed upon it. His eyes delved into the scroll, devouring each word written until they absorbed every last inked mark. The contents of the scroll held a mysterious and gripping significance, leaving Jericho immersed in what it conveyed.

Bryden smiled, “Of course, we will appreciate all the help we can get.” Right before my eyes, we were creating a new alliance with an uncharted world to help us in our war. The same world the black rocks that can kill us had come from. I thought I heard a moan inside my head. “I think Galan is waking,” I said out loud. The seer Nicoli came over and took my hands. Suddenly I began to see slowly, as Galen started to wake and opened his eyes. “Speak to him,” Nicoli said to me.

He slipped the black invitation into his coat pocket, turned, and began walking toward the heavy iron doors that led out of the underground arena. He didn’t look back at Jaxon. He didn’t look back at her. And for the first time in years, Dorian Gates walked away—not as a pawn, not as a son desperate to please—but as something far more dangerous. A man who had nothing left to lose… and no one left to fear.

The trap was closing, and the scent of Selene Voss was all over it. Sixty floors up, the Alpha’s sanctum was a tomb of cold stone and high-tech displays. Tristan Crowne stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out over the Cheshire Territory. His silhouette was a jagged mountain of muscle and suppressed violence. Elliot Pierce stepped into the room, holding a tablet glowing with encrypted data. "The report you wanted on the Vision Clash incident, Alpha." Tristan took the device, his eyes scanning the telemetry of the 'bribery' photos. His jaw tightened until the bone threatened to snap. "The angles are too perfect. This wasn't a lucky shot by a rogue photographer. This was a tactical st

“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.”

I didn't even want to wait for my dad. I leaned on the wall as I slowly got back up, then I went to the manager's office right beside the lobby. The manager noticed my disheveled look, and he frowned. "Who the hell are you, woman? This isn't a place for asylum inmates," he said impatiently. I didn't want to argue, so I tossed a black-gold card over to him. There were only two of its kind in Imperia. He would recognize it. The moment he saw my name on the card, his legs buckled, and he nearly fell from his seat. "M-Ms. Oliviero? But…"