Clone Wars Rookies Novels & Stories

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

I could feel the unspoken unity between us, the unbreakable bond that had carried us through countless battles. “Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice cutting clean through the heavy silence. “I know most of you would rather be guarding your borders than sitting here but what we’re facing isn’t a raid and it isn’t some wandering rogue problem. This—” I gestured toward the map spread across the table “is war.” Murmurs broke out immediately. “The rogues have never been organized before,” Alpha Torran of Clawfang said, slamming his hand on the table. “Now they strike in waves, with weapons we’ve never seen. Silver arrows, wolfsbane blades… where are they getting them?”

I laughed and cheered softly as I spotted some Du Pleasant Knights approaching them, my relief and excitement reaching unimaginable heights before I heard the first strike of metal against metal. I strained to watch as my legs started to ache, seeing the Knights of Du Pleasant attacking Dorians men as well as him and my brother. My joy gave way to fear and worry as a few began to Shift and rush at them, the sounds of panic echoing up from the floors below me. I wanted so badly to be out there as I watched them fight. To take them both by the hand and run back out of this nightmare so they wouldn’t risk getting hurt to get to me. But Rosanna had the key, and I didn’t want to risk Marcus, Samu

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.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

Clayton heard a howl in the air and knew that it was from rogues, alerting them of a casualty on their side. “F8ck!” He muttered as he transformed again into Kragen, heading towards the sound of the howl’s direction. He zigzagged through the fracas as wolf against wolf battle for victory. He saw a pack of rogues teaming up to take down one of his seasoned warriors mercilessly. “Scoundrels!” Kragen launched towards them, taking them by surprised as he grabbed one on the neck while he thrown off one several feet away. The warrior that was attacked immediately assisted him, lunging at another rogue that jumped on Kragen’s back. There was a ferocious exchange of attacks from each other.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

I send through the mind-link to Bram and Jorin. “I’ll take the one near the woman,” Bram responds. “Understood, I’ll take the leftovers,” Jorin replies, moving to back us up. I lunge at the rogue closest to Reed, claws raking across its shoulder. He yelps and stumbles back. Bram snaps onto the other. His jaws clamp hard as he shakes it violently. Jorin intercepts the second rogue mid-lunge, twisting it to the ground by the throat, pinning it. When he finally raises his head, his teeth are red with blood.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of