Clone Wars Slick Novels & Stories

Bang-bang-bang. The clones didn't dodge. They flowed. They moved around the bullets with minimal effort, like water parting around a stone. Marcus opened up with his heavy machine gun. "Eat lead!" The Cerberus unit split. Two clones engaged Jack, pressing him with a flurry of coordinated blade strikes that forced him entirely on the defensive. The third clone sprinted at Marcus. It was a slaughter. The clone ducked under Marcus's swing, swept his legs, and kicked the massive soldier across the room. Marcus hit the wall with a bone-crunching thud, his armor cracking.

The moon hung tall within the sky, casting a spooky gleam over the front line. The sounds of growls, snarls, and the clash of teeth and claws stuffed the air as the Bloodstone pack fought fearlessly in opposition to the rival wolves. Clara stood next to Marcus, her powers surging as she blasted wave after wave of energy at their enemies. "Liam, take the left flank!" Marcus commanded, his voice carrying over the chaos. "We need to hold them off!"

"But I'm glad that we were able to talk things through and avoid any more bloodshed." I nodded, still trying to process the revelation. Who could have wanted us dead so badly that they would resort to sabotage? And why? As we sat in stunned silence, Derek spoke up again. "Ava, I want you to go with some of my warriors to the Golden Claw Pack. Take gifts for the alpha, and extend an olive branch. I want to end this fight between our packs once and for all." I looked at Jake, who nodded in agreement. "That's a great idea, Derek," he said. "We can work together to find out who's behind the sabotage and put an end to it."

I grabbed my helmet, my stick, and took a deep breath but as I moved toward the door, a shoulder suddenly slammed right into mine. Yasmine. She glared down at me with her face behind her helmet, “Don't mess this up, Trixie. If anything goes wrong out there, you know exactly whose fault it’s going to be.” I immediately shoved my shoulder right back into hers, hard enough to make her stumble a bit, and pulled my helmet over my head. “Watch where you're going, captain,” I muttered, marching past her. The moment I stepped out of the tunnel, the crowd and the lights hit me, completely overwhelming my senses. My head spun for a second as the volume of the roaring fans washed over me, and I got bum

one of the green-sludge-covered rogue Alphas shrieked, his voice distorted by the human silver-serum pumping through his deformed muscles. He lunged forward, his claws extended toward Clara, entirely ignoring the five ancient giants standing in his path. Before the rogue could even close half the distance, Dominic’s midnight-black wolf intercepted him mid-air. The clash was brutal, animalistic, and entirely short-lived. Dominic’s jaws clamped around the rogue’s throat with the crushing force of a hydraulic press.

Jace’s POV I sat on the bench in front of my locker, my towel heavy around my neck, hair still dripping cold water down my back. My shoulder throbbed in steady pulses. I kept rolling it slowly, my jaw clenched every time the pain flared. The locker room was loud. “Yo, Captain!” Ryan called out, grinning wide as he waved his phone. “You seeing this shit? That video’s everywhere. #CollisionCouple is actually trending.”

"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

The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw. “Trevor, Dominic, Edgar, Thomas, Theresa, Haven, Han, Krystal, Christian, Joshua, and Jacob, do you vow fealty to Silverclaw, accept the name Barrier, and ensure the safety of the Silverclaw name, even if it brings you your death?” “I do.” They each repeated. “Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?”

Good. It knows my weapons. It knows my heat, my speed, the angle of my blade, the way I turn rage into forward motion. It does not know Sarah. Sarah lets her body go suddenly slack. The clone holding her adjusts for dead weight. Just a fraction. Sarah bites its wrist. Hard. Not tactical. Not elegant. Human teeth through synthetic skin. The clone looks down. Renn throws the blade. It spins badly because her arm is half-numb. That is why it works.