Clone Wars Slick Novels & Stories

Aim straight for his chest. And pull the trigger. BANG! Blood splatters. His body jerks violently. Then collapses backward. Dead. Silence. Heavy and absolute.

Dominic’s men hadn’t fired a single shot, all of them hunkering down and waiting it out. “Wrath! We can do this the easy way or the hard way!” Jake glanced around the brick wall where he’d taken cover. “You took something that doesn’t belong to you!” “I’m willing to trade them for you,” the man said, amusement in his voice. “There will be no exchange until I see that they’re unharmed. For all I know you’ve already killed them,” Jake replied. A metal door slid open, the screeching sound loud. “Take a look for yourself.” Jake glanced around the wall again. Klara stood with Jamie next to her. She was looking down and he couldn’t see her face clearly, but Jamie looked unharmed.

Sent her crashing into furniture. A clone emerged from the smoke. Unit 03—the one designed to counter Ji-woo. It grabbed her throat, lifted her off the ground. "Predictable," it said in a voice devoid of emotion. "Your combat style relies on close quarters blade work. I am armored against cutting weapons. You cannot win." Ji-woo gasped, struggled. The clone's grip tightened. A gunshot. The clone's head snapped back—but it didn't fall. Just turned its head slowly toward the shooter.

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.

Swissh. Slasshhh… CLANG…

Unable to tolerate such insinuations, Jericho's anger surged within him. In one swift motion, he lunged forward, his fingers closing tightly around the Minister of Finance's collar. His voice, measured and tinged with a dangerous edge, sliced through the air like a blade. "Are you threatening me?" Jericho's tone brooked no compromise, his eyes burning with intensity as he locked his gaze with the minister's. Caught off guard by Jericho's sudden aggression, the Minister of Finance fumbled for words, his voice trembling with fear. "N-No, my lord! I-I would never dare to threaten you. I was only trying to emphasize the importance and connection of our current situation."

I had really fucked up, because even as I chided myself for the incident, my mind just couldn’t stop replaying the goddamned scene; How good his lips had felt against mine, How our kiss started out sweet and passionate, and then ended in a frenzied battle of tongues and dominion, passionate, hard and fast, How I fucking wanted more. I brushed the thoughts aside and gave myself a moment to appear calm and collected, and then I went out to get Sloane over to my office. Not being one to beat about the bush, I dove straight into the matter when she was seated. “Look Sloane, I apologise for the unpleasant sight that met your eyes when you came in-“

"yeah, and his death is near. I can't imagine zkoll angry face if he would know that his grandson died easily" For all the centuries our clan has always ranked last in ranking so we need to bow to other clans. We have to be very kind and good for their eyes and I'm tired and sick of that and I think I need to change that now. And this is the only way we can do it. ULFRED: SNIPER NATASSA: COLLAPSE EMILIO: MOVE ERMANNO: SNIPER ELIODORO: FIRE DESPOINA: SLIMES

“Who are they?” Evren wipes blood from the corner of his mouth and shrugs lightly. “Everyone.” “Everyone?” “It’s time to settle the score with the rogues once and for all,” Jace declares. But the rogues don’t slow down even when they see the blockade. They charge straight into it, driven by rage and numbers. The collision is violent. The first line of Stormblood wolves meets them head-on, jaws clashing and bodies slamming together with enough force to echo against the cliffs. Deathclaw flanks from the sides, cutting off any chance of escape, their movements sharp and brutally efficient.