Clone Wars Mandalorian Novels & Stories

Neither of them was revealing any emotions. They were placed in the middle of all of us but they kept their heads down. "Not so long ago when Leia came back home she was confronted by Tyler, son to Elijah and Haley. In that confrontation things turned physical but it didn't end there. Tyler then tried to challenge Brandon for his role with the warriors. We then found out that he acted out of emotions because Tyler had met his mate, which we then found out was Bethany." Scott announced. I heard a few growls and Elijah finally lifted his head. "Another confrontation took place in our home where Leia took notice to Tylers sudden change and when they both shifted they fought until we were able t

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

I run to my pack commander. “What is going on?” I ask while straightening my clothes. “The Henderson’s are here, sir.” The commander replies, standing with his hand followed behind his back. “Fuck. Couldn’t they have waited a little longer?” I say. “Get the troops and fuck them up. Now!” These fucking Henderson’s know how to spoil the fun. Kai comes along with Crissy. Handing her over to me. I grab Crissy’s arms from Kai and make my way to my throne.

My jaws snap toward his throat, forcing him back. A crash to my left draws my attention for a split second. Bram and Jorin are locked in their own battles, brown fur flashing against black and brown of Running River warriors. They hold their ground, snapping and biting. Kaelen thrashes beneath me, swinging his neck side to side, gnashing his teeth, but I am relentless. My claws rake across his sides, teeth grazing his neck. He fights with everything he has, and I meet him blow for blow, each movement a test of endurance and will.

he shrugs, “if you leave here you'd just find my colleagues and attack them. No, you either make your stand here and die or you try to retreat and die. Those are your only options.” “Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine” Corrin mocks, “what makes you think you'll win?” “Because I will,” he says flatly. What the fuck are we going to do? “Enough talking” Ash roars as he lunges at the Knight. He brings his claws down on the man, but he's faster, pulling his Claymore and using it to block the blow. The impact makes a screeching sound as his claws scrape the steel. He uses the blunt side of the Claymore to push Ash back then he swings.

Giselle said, spinning me around to check out my costume. “Oh my God, Giselle, you look like a perfect Wednesday! Ashley, that’s a gorgeous Poison Ivy. Cody? I don’t know what you are dressed like…” I spoke. Cody twirled around for me. “I’m Mandalorian. From Star Wars!” he groaned in frustration. “Ahh, sorry, I haven’t watched Star Wars.” Cody’s gasp could’ve reverberated throughout the world. Giselle rolled her eyes. “Please don’t get him started.”

"I'm sure you can understand the reasons for such an airtight NDA. We wouldn't want it getting out there, what our government is working on. Your entire discretion is advised or you will be sued into oblivion. You're signature was of utmost importance to me. But, now that the legalities are out of the way, we can move on to more pressing matters. I want to show you what I have been perfecting these past few months." Dr. Dawson decided onto the bottom floor. There was a hiss as the assistant beta males in hazmat suits stepped out of their decontamination zone and bowed before scurrying off. I felt awkward as I was left behind. Dr. Dawson raised his eyebrows to look at me and I came c

They saw exactly what I wanted them to see—wealth, beauty, privilege, innocence. "Lady Evangeline!" A young warrior approached with the kind of swaggering confidence that suggested he had consumed far too much of that expensive French champagne. "Marcus mentioned you are from the Northcrest territory. I have heard your pack produces the finest trackers in the entire continent. Is that true?"

They were the prey. Before either of them could react, a figure stepped out of the shadows—tall, imposing, and cloaked in the black-and-red armor of the imperial elite guard. The moonlight caught on the figure’s insignia: a raven in flight, its wings outstretched. Nia’s stomach dropped as the realization hit her. *This* was who they had been waiting for. The one person they had always known was a threat but had never truly expected to confront. The final piece of the puzzle.

As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand. “Antaroq Eznon Mordor!”, he yells, firing the orb at X. X stands there as the beam hits a portal and appears behind him. He barely dodges as the beam appears to be faster than it was. X raised a finger, his halo slightly pulsing. “Hypersphere”, he says and a transparent orb, at least two times bigger than the current battle planet we were on appeared, swallowing Kaymaer, and the beam. It hits the inside of the sphere and disappears.