Clone Wars Slick Novels & Stories

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

Hollis: “Rip Claw warriors at your disposal during any future attacks in exchange, I want Frankie to make Lady Keegan his Luna.” Frankie: “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?” Frankie jumped up and was nearly lunging for Alpha Hollis when I grabbed hold of Frankie before he was able to make physical contact. “Calm down son. Hold on just a minute and calm down.” I said before facing Hollis.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Lucas won, of course, but I am pretty sure he would still be buying the three of us ice cream. “Hey El, this claw machine is a scam. In fact, all of these are. You will just be wasting your tokens here,” Lucas said. They are already beside me. “I know, but I saw this cute little white cat and thought of you. I thought of giving it to you. Look, it looks like you. Especially when you are annoyed,” I responded, speaking what is on my mind. I was still playing the game while I spoke. This is getting irritating, why can’t this little cute cat just go with the claw?

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."

“The pack has rules. If he breaks them again, I’ll deal with him myself.” “You may not have the luxury of waiting for him to break the rules,” Nigel said grimly. “He’s gathering allies. Wolves who are tired of playing by the rules. If he gains enough support, it won’t matter what the rules are.” James’s green eyes burned with fury, the predator in him rising to the surface. “Let him try.”

"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. "

Slick had soaked through layers; he could feel it cooling against his skin, sticky and humiliating. He yanked the jersey over his head. Base layer clung wetly to his chest. He peeled it off too—slow, careful, trying not to make it obvious he was trembling. Tyler Voss was still there, two stalls down. The rookie glanced over. “You alright, Harls?” Tyler asked again. Same question as before practice. Same frown. “You’ve been weird all morning.” Jax forced a grunt. “Long night.” Tyler sniffed once—subtle, but Jax caught it. The rookie’s nose wrinkled.

I asked, and Bessy hummed thoughtfully before nodding, making me smile. "Where's the boss?" As Kori asked that, I realized I haven't talked to Mitchell since morning. Maybe he's busy. "Speak of the devil," Clarry whispered, and we all turned back. There he was, stepping out of his car with his hair swept to the back, tank top revealing his tatted muscled arms, and a pair of shorts giving me a small glimpse of his beautiful thighs. Damn! Snap out of it Ari! "Hello, sir," we all greeted as he joined us. His eyes went to Rick, and he raised a brow that clearly said "who is he."