Clone Wars Hevy Novels & Stories

“Actually, there’s something else. Dad’s summoning you home. He wants to see you.” Joyce frowned, her irritation returning. “Dad? Why didn’t he just call me? I have a phone, you know.” “You weren't picking up. And besides, this wasn’t the kind of message you deliver over the phone,” Ambrose said. His tone was more solemn now, and Joyce could feel a weight behind his words. “It’s urgent. Eight of our hunters were killed two nights ago.” Joyce shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I told you all before, I want nothing to do with this whole ‘hunting wolves’ nonsense. It’s absurd. You all should get a life”

My fury climbing ever higher at the venomous joy in his eyes. “You’re feeling a slight pinching in your chest right now, aren’t you?” My eyes fluttered for a moment at his words, my mind taking note of the growing sting I was feeling. “And your stomach, it feels a bit tight, yes, kind of like a sting or an itch?” I continued to stare at him silently, waiting for him to get to the point. “You’ll need to extinguish those flames if you want it to live.” He raised the hand that held the vial of blood and smiled wider, staring at the strange pale white swirls that looked to be mixed in with my blood. “Non-Shifters are a lot more delicate at times like this.”

“Who are they?” Evren wipes blood from the corner of his mouth and shrugs lightly. “Everyone.” “Everyone?” “It’s time to settle the score with the rogues once and for all,” Jace declares. But the rogues don’t slow down even when they see the blockade. They charge straight into it, driven by rage and numbers. The collision is violent. The first line of Stormblood wolves meets them head-on, jaws clashing and bodies slamming together with enough force to echo against the cliffs. Deathclaw flanks from the sides, cutting off any chance of escape, their movements sharp and brutally efficient.

“Show them my queen. Clara smiled, her amber eyes shifting into brilliant white-gold starlight. She raised her free hand, tapping into her ancestral Dragon Core. "Marcus," Clara commanded smoothly. "Activate one hundred hard-light drones. Maximum difficulty." Marcus hesitated for a second over the console, then pressed the override key. SHRRRRRRR-ROOOM! The projection pillars flared with terrifying intensity. One hundred crimson Void-Swarm drones materialized in a tight, deadly swarm above the coliseum floor, their simulated anti-matter weapons charging to full capacity as they dove directly toward Dominic and Clara at supersonic speeds! Dominic didn't even draw his obsidian sword.

Chloe smiled, “I think that’s a really good idea.” Queen Eden spoke up, “I know Uther was a great friend, but I really think we should start developing a plan. I have already sent twenty of my angel warriors to the castle to protect them. I am also summoning another twenty here to fight and protect.” King Izzoth added, “I have summoned twenty here. Would you like for me to send some to the castle?” Dad nodded, “I think that would be good and I know all of our warriors work well together.” Queen Winnie smiled, “I have summoned twenty witches here, and twenty on top of her castle. Billy has done the same with his warlocks.” Prince Aidinth added, “I know our warriors would love to set fire to t

, He had felt that shiver since he was so close to her. "Yeah, tots", she lied easily as she gulped down the unwanted lump that was forming in her throat. Soon, he turned to face the television and they chose their anime characters in the game. Kaylee chose a girl with wine-colored hair and Kavinsky chose his normal black-colored hair character. They started fighting in the game and after not even a minute, Kavinsky's character killed Kaylee own. Kaylee glared at him and started the game back herself. They fought again and Kavinsky won. He laughed hysterically and when he saw Kaylee's face, he held back his laughter. He cleared his throat and asked her.

*Bram* “Walk with me, Commander Bram.” Alpha Kaelen gives me an order, and I obey it, even though I’m immensely busy at the moment. We are in the process of preparing for our newest attack against Moon Falls Pack. Normally, our preparation doesn’t involve any sort of weapons because it’s considered dishonorable for wolf shifters to fight with weapons. But… Alpha Kaelen has decided he doesn’t care about honor at this point. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to destroy the enemy. So we aren’t just loading up the supplies we will need–food, water, shelter, supplies for the healers–but weapons as well. Metal claws that fit over our regular ones, body armor, even bows and arrows and knives tha

Corwin studied me for a long moment, something ancient and patient behind his expression, the kind of stillness that came from centuries of watching younger generations rush toward conclusions he'd already seen play out a dozen times before. "There is a prophecy, old enough that most of the pack has forgotten it exists outside a few dusty texts in the elder archives. It speaks of an Alpha and an exile, bound not by choice but by fate itself, arriving at a moment when two burning houses threaten to become one larger fire." He folded his hands in his lap, unhurried despite the weight of what he was saying. "I believe you already suspect what I'm about to tell you, even if you haven't allowed y

“Hun, Cass will be over soon.” She nods her head but continues straightening our bedroom while waiting for Cody to finish his shower. While his fear has kept her from fighting Colton’s presence here, him coming back to our house without Cassius and with Clayton has stirred her up. Telling her Colton had been in a fight didn’t calm anything down, not that I expected it to. I knock gently on Colton’s door. Clayton has been playing the old Game Cube since Cole brought him over from the pack house.

I say while walking away. I start sniffing around to find their scent, but the rain makes things difficult. While running, eventually, I pick up the smell. Finding him standing in the middle of the war with Crissy by his side. I make my way through the pack. Past wolves flying through the air - falling against the ground, yelping for help. Staring at some of my pack with their throats ripped out. Necks broken. I try not to focus on what is happening. I only focus on the one thing I need to do, and it's to kill Zack.