Clone Wars Slick Novels & Stories

Clarisse said as the man approached Bella. When the guy hugs his fiancée, Mr. Wright feels a squeeze in his heart, he locks his hands into a fist, and Luke speaks abruptly as he sees Mr. Wright's response after watching the scene. “If you know it's yours, Mr. Wright, you have to fight for it. Don't let your uncertainty lead you to regret anything,” he says. Clarisse went to the CEO's office to notify him that Bella and the man had already departed. When he learned the news from Clarisse, he became enraged.

The smoke was a thick, grey wall, but she saw the glint of Sloane’s subcompact gun rising again. "The bloodline ends with that brat!" Sloane shrieked, her voice snapping under the pressure. "I won't let a bastard inherit what I built!" Pop. Pop-pop-pop-pop. Elara didn't stop at one shot. She emptied the clip. The recoil jolted through her weakened arms, her shoulders slamming back into the mud with every kick of the slide. Sloane’s body jerked like a marionette with cut strings. One hit to the shoulder. Two to the chest. The final two caught her in the throat, silencing the Silas rival mid-scream.

Marco’s POV Swiftclaw laughed loudly in the passage, making fun of us. "Oh, Marco," he said, "is this your killer team? How cute. But you're too slow." I looked at Sage and Dave. They were ready to fight, having heard Swiftclaw's insults. We nodded at each other, knowing we had to work together to defeat the traitor. Swiftclaw didn't waste time. He suddenly moved very fast, surprising us. He hit Sage and Dave hard, and they fell to the ground.

It wasn’t a shadow. It was solid. Tall and misshapen, like bone and sinew had been pulled into a rough, twisted frame. Its skin gleamed wet and pale, and its mouth was a snarl of jagged teeth. Behind it, more followed. The First Clash “Now!” Damian’s voice rang out. Antonella’s fire exploded in a wall across the center, forcing the first two creatures to stagger. Jonas unleashed a burst of sound that rattled their bones, and Kira bent the air, slowing the second wave just enough for Mia to surge forward.

He gritted angrily before blasting forward like a missile. VOOM! Forces collided as Clancy approached them, his punch crashed against Corvinus punch releasing a wave so drastic it tore the fabrics within the room shuddering everything within asunder, even the high thrones came pummeling down like walls. Luckily, Dracula and Lady Sif were able to make it out of the way before the thrones could smash them into smithereens. Clancy really had his match against Corvinus, the council was adamant and resilient but Clancy still stood down his ground weaving and crashing every attacks of his into vanity. When the time came, Clancy delivered a great punch at the council's torso that caused more than t

Julian barely had time to throw Sloane to the side before a blade sliced through the air where her neck had been, carving a molten line into the stone pillar behind her. "Julian, the balcony!" Sloane screamed. She didn't run; she danced. In her white tactical suit, she was a blur of motion against the dark stone. She drew two specialized ceramic katanas—short, black, and designed for close-quarters execution. The "drama" of the fight was a masterpiece of kinetic poetry. Sloane engaged three of the Crows simultaneously. The sound of ceramic clashing against high-frequency steel was a high-pitched shriek. She used the hem of her white tactical cloak as a distraction, snapping it like a whip to

He rose with brutal force, clawing across the clone’s chest, each strike heavier, more desperate. The fight dragged on — claws tearing flesh, teeth ripping fur, both staggering, bloodied but unyielding. The cavern echoed with the sound of wolves locked in a duel for dominance. At last, Aeron saw the falter. The clone’s strikes grew sloppy, his stance wavering. Aeron seized the moment — slammed him against the stone, fangs sinking deep into his throat. The clone convulsed, then went limp. Aeron ripped away and let the body fall, panting, his muzzle dripping red. The imposter twitched once, then lay unconscious, defeated.

Her snarl curled through the air like a war cry. I felt the mindlink flare. Brock. Joe. Now. They were already in position, crouched just outside the villa perimeter with a small strike team, waiting for my signal. Now it came. Seconds later, the front windows exploded inward, glass raining down in a glittering storm. Silverclaw warriors surged through the breach like a wave of fury. Joe and Brock were the first—already shifting mid-air, fur erupting from skin, claws flashing. Rogues came pouring in to meet them, snarling, outnumbered—but they didn’t stand a chance.

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.

"Have you completely lost your mind, Clive?" Clive pulled a chemical wipe from his pouch, methodically cleaning her scent from his armor plates before dropping the soiled cloth into the mud. "You are filth, Sienna. Keep your syndicate away from our territory." Sienna lunged, her claws aimed at his throat, but Clive anticipated the trajectory, stepping inside her guard and throwing her back against the chain-link perimeter fence. Malik arrived before the exchange could escalate further, his hand resting on his sidearm. "Break the engagement, both of you."