Clone Wars Heroes Novels & Stories

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

Did she? He was moving before he’d made a conscious decision to, cutting through the crowd with the focus of a man who was used to the world rearranging itself around him. She saw him coming. He could tell because something shifted in her posture, a slight stiffening, a micro-adjustment, like a fighter resettling her weight. He stopped two feet from her. "Damien Cross," he said, extending his hand.

Zuoqiu Yang was cracking his knuckles. Suddenly, the black clouds at the east started billowing outward, and a huge swath of black-clad figures emerged from within. They looked as pale as the deceased, and everyone turned white as a sheet as they lifted their heads to see who the newcomers were. "Corpse Refinery Sect!" yelled Perfected Immortal Rising Void and Heavenly Eagle King hoarsely in unison.

But to think that the two swords of the generals are slain like that, just who the hell are those guys that did that? “Clad, that guy who is the last descendant of the Higgens. Clad Volmar. Connor’s grandson, I knew that one day he would be back to get his revenge, which is why I told you to take his life as soon as possible. This is the result of you neglecting your job! Are you aware of the sin you have committed? ” Slamming the table, Allan was mad. He is so mad that his head is a shade of red. But the two generals remain calm as he turns his anger toward them.

Isabella's jaws dropped and she got up. "Thanks," she shouted over her shoulders and ran towards the first floor where the A/V room was located. She skidded to a stop right in front of the A/V room and to her horror, she saw Hudson and Weston fighting like crazy animals. A crowd had gathered around them, watching them with their mouths hanging open. There was blood everywhere with busted lips and knuckles and so on and so forth. Isabella saw red. "Stop this immediately, " she shouted at the top of her lungs.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the city, Emberlyn and Keagan made their way to the designated meeting point for their night patrol. The air crackled with anticipation as they joined the other squad of C-class heroes awaiting their orders. Keagan and Emberlyn reported to their patrol, they found themselves surrounded by a diverse group of C-class heroes. Among them were Dante, a brooding and mysterious guy with a dark aura, and Lily, an outgoing and affectionate girl who seemed to light up the room. They also encountered two goofy brothers, who brought a sense of lightheartedness to the team. Leading the group was their mentor, a retired B-class hero who had taken o

The thunk and swish of something by my head caught my attention and I saw Cassi’s ball and chain connect with the face of a Nephilim, who staggered backwards clutching his face, blood pouring down. “Pay attention Liam” she growled, her eyes hard as she dropped into her fighting stance, readying herself for the next strike. The Nephilim screeched as he launched himself at her, she swung again and I heard his skull crack, blood pouring from the side of his head. Quick as lightning I unsheathed my blades and swung them together, so they cut his head clean off before he even knew what was happening. His eyes wide in surprise and mouth formed an O as blood sprayed through the air, the tang of blo

I continued to follow Kenan, and as we got closer to the hut, I could hear Clarisa's voice very clearly. "That's Clarisa's voice!" My scream made Kenan's friends run faster because they were relieved that it was a human voice and not a demon. They looked for a way to get inside, but it seemed the old hut had been locked from the outside. "Break it!" Kenan's orders. "Do you think I'm that strong?" Protest the guy in the black hoodie. "Move!" Exclaimed one of them with bald hair. The bald guy was carrying a very large piece of wood.

“You’ll never escape what you’ve become. All of you. You’re just broken soldiers, pretending to be rebels.” Ash, moving with the fluid grace of someone who had spent his life in battle, finally turned his gaze on Eric, his eyes filled with a cold fury. “We’re not broken. We’re alive. And as long as we’re breathing, we will fight.” The clash of metal rang out in the narrow corridors of the palace, and Nia felt the tension build, every strike against the empire’s soldiers like a battle of wills. She could feel it in her bones—the empire wouldn’t stop coming for them. And neither would she.

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.