Clone Wars Novels Novels & Stories

Mercy asked. "You will be fine, Mercy, I promise," he replied. "This is insane!" Mercy was about to say another word when Clifford shut her up with a kiss. She didn't push him away or try to resist him. Instead, she kissed him back passionately. Mercy was the first person to take her clothes off, and Clifford ran his hand around her naked body, making her moan into his mouth. She had missed his body and his touches so much. Clifford saw the way she reacted to his touches and hoped he didn't make any mistake in choosing her.

A faint click sounded, followed by the slow grind of a concealed door sliding open. Inside was a safe—my own personal vault. It held only the things that mattered. Money, letters, secrets no one else would ever see. And the stolen book. I pulled it free, my hands steady despite the storm in my mind. The cover was worn, the edges frayed, but the power within had never faded. I flipped through the brittle pages, scanning the text with a sharp, desperate focus. Then I found it—The Mark of the Triarch. The inked script told a story as old as the first wars of our kind. Unlike the Mark of the Septarch, which granted sevenfold power, the Mark of the Triarch was lesser—but just as powerful. An awak

Trixie's POV “Hey! Over here! There’s one left in the crash!” The shouting felt like a punch to my ears as I opened my eyes, but the world was just a spinning vortex of black and orange. My head banged with a rhythm so violent I thought my skull might actually crack open. Coughing through a cloud of smoke, I dragged my body forward, scraping my knees and hands as I struggled to crawl out of the wreckage of the car. The second I tumbled out onto the grass and collapsed, the nightmare hit me.

"Still, he seemed angry about something. More than usual, I mean." "Zephyr always looks angry lately. It comes with the territory of being Alpha, I suppose. All that responsibility and pressure." I patted my hands dry with a plush towel with deliberate slowness, letting them continue talking. Information always flowed more freely when people thought you were not actually listening. "My mate says there has been unusual rogue activity near the southern borders," the redhead continued, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Three scouts went missing last month. Just vanished without a trace."

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

He needs to penetrate the hamlet's camp in order to complete his mission. At the age of eighteen, he had nothing to live for—or die for—other than his own survival. Even though his companion, Cornelius, and his brother of Dawar, was still alive, the rest of his family and friends were gone, and Redberg Village was no longer what it used to be; the hamlets and adjacent villages had become monotonous for him, who was looking for adventures and battles. It's been a decade since Cornelius and the others were sent on a mission to recruit them into the secret orders, and everything has changed since then. Feral lycans now live in the hamlets alongside ordinary humans, have offspring, and so on. Ye

They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into the decontamination zone. I walked down the stairs slowly with my mentor and I held in a breath as through the glass and staff taking off their hazmat suits, I could see the contamination zone. I could see that there was row after row of cages of roaring alphas chained. I flinched with the betas with the sound increasing while Dr. Dawson stood his ground and smirked. "Those are people in cages?" I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"The Golden Claw pack is at our borders, and they're demanding to see Ava." My heart sank, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me. It seemed like my worst fears were coming true. The war was coming to our doorstep, and I didn't know if we could avoid it.

She snapped at Andy, "Who the hell do you think you are! How dare you hit Noah! He's a Captain! I'm going to personally report you to the army and get you fired! If it weren't for Noah, the Gardner family would have probably died in some ditch somewhere!" Adele looked at Andy haughtily, waiting for him to apologize. Usually, in the village, whenever she brought up Noah the Captain, everyone would bow down to her. However, she had forgotten that there was always someone with a higher rank than Noah. Andy was one of them. Jonah lay listlessly against the corner of the wall. He knew that some things could no longer stay hidden. Andy smirked and said icily, "Who told you that the Gardner family

Ten years had passed since the day the fire fell like the wrath of gods on the quiet village of Wolfsong, but the memories still seared through Nia’s mind as though they had been born just yesterday. She had been a child, barely ten, clinging to the smell of pine and the sound of her parents' voices, safe in the isolation of the borderlands. But the world outside had come crashing in with banners of iron and flame.