Clone Wars Hevy Novels & Stories

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Max saw red when his brother saw him. He had thrown the door open to the point that it slammed against the other wall and started the comeback in Max put up his hand to block it. That was when his brother actually looked at him smile deeply. He had actually jumped in the beginning and started to say,” what the fu-. then they teach you any manners?”

In a flash, Kaymaer was inches away from X’s face, but before he could do anything, a blast of white energy went through his chest. He started to fall to the planet’s surface even he instantaneously regenerated and rushed back at X, only to get beheaded this time. His head grew back immediately, but this time he pulled back and hundreds of thousands of clones pour out of his body, with lightning speed. They surrounded X and lunged at him but he simply slices his hand through the air and they burst into pieces, but it was all a distraction. As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand.

And soon, his feet would harden with callouses as he was a hardened veteran of the front lines. "But of course with hormone usage, there will be a negative to it?" I couldn't shake that there was something off with this alpha as he got up and put weight on his slashed feet. He didn't flinch as he put his weight on them. He was locked onto Dr. Dawson and his stance was like he was sizing the researcher up. Dr. Dawson seemed disinterested. I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other.

Not to mention he was only using three of his clones now, so he was still free and was ready to strike at any time. When the clones’ first round of attack was blocked, the second round of attacks followed. The clone holding the God of Thunder Hammer slammed down on the God of Thunder Hammer with his left hand, increasing the power behind it. The clone behind Azul decided to use Air Crushing Slap after using the Void Punch. Meanwhile, the clone that was holding the Ice Soul Excalibur also cast the Air Crushing Slap with his left hand and slammed it down on Azul's chest. This time, Azul had no chance to resist.

The display that follows is not a battle; it is a feral, blood-soaked execution. Clyde’s massive shadow-wolf moves with a terrifying, blinding speed that defies his size. He catches three fighters in his jaws at once, the crunch of their iron armor and bones a sickening, hollow sound that echoes off the cliffs as he crushes them into pulp and tosses their broken remains into the pines. His massive claws tear through their ranks, a whirlwind of liquid black wrath that ignores their silver-tipped arrows entirely, the sheer mass of his Alpha dominance incinerating their weapons before they can even touch his bronze hide.

The First Crown erupted with light. Golden energy exploded across the battlefield. BOOOOOOOOM! The first wave of monsters disintegrated instantly. Then Rowan groaned. Then: "Why am I always following her?" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then he charged too. Then Cassian. Then Valen. Then Eryx. The heirs collided with the darkness. And the final war truly began. BOOOOOOOOM! Energy exploded everywhere. The battlefield vanished beneath chaos. Ava cut through three monsters at once.

The subterranean citadel was cold, its walls damp with the weight of forgotten wars. Ash Ravenspine stood in the center of the arena, his bare feet echoing on the stone floor as he lifted his arms to the ceiling. His body was a map of scars, each one a testament to the empire's relentless training. Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind.

"Exclusive distribution rights to the Kane jewelry line for the next five years. Our margins are twenty two percent better than your current suppliers. Our lead times are half. Our designs have been featured on every major international red carpet this year. I am prepared to sign contracts tonight. I have my lawyer down the hall." The men looked through the folders. One of them, Damien recognized him, Silas Moreau of Moreau Maison, cleared his throat. "Cross Corporation is our current supplier." "I am aware." "Our relationship with Damien is long standing." "Your relationship with your shareholders is longer." Silas smiled thinly. Damien was trying to breathe normally. "Ms. Kane," he said. "