Clone Wars Hevy Novels & Stories

"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. "

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

Wade’s voice piped up. “Butt out!” Marc snapped. “We’ll go explore together.” “You’re two-hundred pounds soaking wet, Wade’s closer to five.” “Want to work out what you’re doing? Holding your ankles is getting boring.” “Shut. Up,” Marc growled as he tugged on Klara’s arms, dragging her up until she could grab onto his bare shoulders. Klara worked her way up his body until she could grab onto his belt. “It’s not going to hold for long, Marc,” Wade rumbled, and sure enough the sounds of the stone crumbling made Klara move faster. “Rock shouldn’t be this weak!”

His wolf nodded along with him in agreement. *** The dark-colored trucks inched their way through the rocky terrain, their headlights piercing through the dark night, illuminating the clearing that was bordered by the Mountains. Alpha Danvers trucks stopped near Kyle and Greyston’s truck and Alpha Danvers and his men stepped out the trucks and stood in the front of their trucks facing Kyle and his father, his father’s beta Paul, Nick and three other enforcers from their pack. The trucks’ headlights created shadows around the men. The dark pine trees and mountains created an eerie atmosphere in the moonless night.

Ean's face contorted in disbelief and rage. "Nonsense! How could she be dead?" He stormed in, eyes wild with panic. Behind a few rows of shelves, a faint figure was curled up on the floor. Ean started shaking uncontrollably. I followed close behind him, my stomach turning at the sight of my own dead body. My eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, directly at him. My face was icy, and all ten fingers were smeared with dried blood. The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle.

I drew in a deep breath and said, “A war is looming at the horizon. The balance between the Good and Evil; light and darkness has been destroyed. This war will be a devastating one. Everyone will be involved in it; the vampires, golden shifters, dark shifters, even humans. I want to ask you… O King, which side do you choose?” “What craziness is this? Why will there be a war?” The king said dismissing my question. “There will be a war, king and you have to chose a side, right now, this very moment.” “What if I say I don’t want to?” The king said defiantly. “Well…. then… I will address the courtiers directly… I, The Light Master present you with two choices; one – Side with the Darkness and be

Dante asked, inserting a stud in his eyebrow-piercing. "Heck yeah... who won't be? I can't wait for everyone to see what we've planned. Did you guys see the amount of people trooping in for the past 3 days?" Clarry asked, and I gasped. "I know right? I'm afraid there won't be enough accommodation," I said, and Isaac chuckled. "Girl, this is Islantonio, there's always accommodation, even more than enough, so don't worry too much," he said, and I hummed. I glanced at my toenails, and Clarry wiggled her brows.

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

Medyo may pagka-masungit itong si Noglas tignan pero hindi siya killjoy. Nasa gitna na kami ng paglalaro nang bigla kaming natigil dahil naiihi daw si Kat kaya nagpaalam muna siya upang magtungo sa CR, kaya hinintay na lang namin siya bago ulit kami magpatuloy. Kaming mga naiwan ay nag-kuwentuhan muna tungkol sa buhay habang umiinom ng alak. Tatlong bote na ang naubos namin at pang-apat itong kararating lang.

He rose with brutal force, clawing across the clone’s chest, each strike heavier, more desperate. The fight dragged on — claws tearing flesh, teeth ripping fur, both staggering, bloodied but unyielding. The cavern echoed with the sound of wolves locked in a duel for dominance. At last, Aeron saw the falter. The clone’s strikes grew sloppy, his stance wavering. Aeron seized the moment — slammed him against the stone, fangs sinking deep into his throat. The clone convulsed, then went limp. Aeron ripped away and let the body fall, panting, his muzzle dripping red. The imposter twitched once, then lay unconscious, defeated.