Clone Wars Grievous Intrigue Novels & Stories

No Turning Back Claire had always believed that revenge was a slow game. Every move had to be calculated, every risk measured. But now? Now, she had no time for patience. The moment she handed the USB drive to Adrian, she knew— This was it. The final war had begun. The Fallout Adrian didn’t say a word as they drove back to his penthouse. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, jaw clenched in quiet fury. Claire sat beside him, her heart still racing from the encounter with Sinclair. She could still feel his cold stare on her skin, still hear the venom in his voice.

The console screamed: “Brute-force at 98%. Lock breach imminent.” Tension peaked gulag ghosts watching as we fought in their tomb. Dante took a round to the vest grunting, falling. Rocco roared charging. I sprinted for the console palm slamming the emergency purge. But Nadia’s hand clamped my wrist knife at my throat. “Too late, heir.” Screens flared: “Lock breached. Swarm 2.0 rebooting.” The air hummed nanos waking. Heart struck while frozen in blue light.

Rowan tilted his head, his dark eyes narrowing with a sharp, predatory intrigue. "Of course I'll take you there. Can I ask what sparked this sudden urgency to visit a storage unit at dawn?" "You’re still planning to dismantle them, right? Every stone, every vault?" I met his gaze, my pulse thrumming with a newfound coldness. "Yes. I’ve been maneuvering behind the scenes for months. My objective remains unchanged: by the turning of the winter solstice, the Ashcroft flag will fly over the Ironclaw Vaults and every subsidiary of the Graves empire."

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

“The pack has rules. If he breaks them again, I’ll deal with him myself.” “You may not have the luxury of waiting for him to break the rules,” Nigel said grimly. “He’s gathering allies. Wolves who are tired of playing by the rules. If he gains enough support, it won’t matter what the rules are.” James’s green eyes burned with fury, the predator in him rising to the surface. “Let him try.”

Nathan sat down slowly. "Marcus Greer was the private investigator Vanessa paid to deliver the fabricated evidence three years ago. After the Times article ran last month, Marcus lost everything. His firm shut down. His license was revoked. His wife left him. He filed for bankruptcy two weeks ago. I have been tracking him." "Why." "Because men like Marcus, when they have nothing left to lose, get creative." Damien walked to the window.

Quiet means the price I paid last night was worth it. As the minutes ticked by on the grandfather clock in the hallway, Luca’s anxiety began to spike. The deep, rhythmic tick-tock felt like a countdown to his execution. He knew Graves’ twenty-minute warning had been for their arrival, but he had no idea how long this miracle of a visit was supposed to last. Adrian hadn't given an exact curfew, which made the uncertainty even more agonizing. Was he allowed an hour? Two? Would Graves abruptly stand up and drag him back to the cage?

"M-Mr. Yarrow, w-when did you get here?" I clutched at my chest. The surgical wound was hurting so badly that a cold sweat had broken out across my body. Upon hearing the commotion, Rachel rushed out of her room. Her collar was askew, so I immediately spotted the hickeys dotting her neck. Behind her, Cameron was even bolder, not even bothering to button up his shirt. When Rachel realized where I was staring, she hastily explained, "Cameron said he had a gift for you, but he brought it to my room instead."