Novel & Cerita Clone Wars Slick

Cassian's pov “You will have to get through me,” I hiss standing in front of Maya. I didn't come all this way just to have her defiled under my watch. The men step forward evil grins on their faces. My finger goes just above the trigger ready to take them out, and if they dare shoot I will be Maya's bulletproof. My heart thuds inside my chest with every step they take guns in their hands ready to attack on my account. The front door swings open harshly, and Holden and my men come dashing in guns blazing.

I slam my head into his snout and bite down hard on his throat. I release Villie and whip around to see Jorin still fighting Tarik. With a savage twist, Jorin slams Tarik into the ground. The impact sends a dull thud through the earth beneath my paws. Tarik snaps at him again, but Jorin’s faster. He rears back and sinks his teeth into Tarik’s throat, holding there, unrelenting.

I clung to him, my knuckles white, my fear too intense to ignore. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I felt nauseous. I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Please… I want to get off!” I cried, my voice trembling with panic. Ares didn’t speak. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His embrace was firm and steady, offering comfort amid the chaos. I buried my face in his chest, squeezing my eyes shut as I clung to him. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. “Just hold on. It’ll be over soon.”

He unleashed a series of lightning-fast attacks, his fangs finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Clive lunged at Clyde, aiming to strike him down. Clive's eyes burned with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he launched himself at Clyde, seeking to take out his anger on him. But Clyde met him head-on, their bodies colliding with a bone-shaking impact. Their clash was brutal and unrelenting. Clyde's fangs snapped in the air, narrowly missing Clive's throat, while his claws tore through the air, seeking to rend his flesh. Each maneuver was met with a counterstrike, a dance of predator and prey, as they fought tooth and nail for dominance.

The display that follows is not a battle; it is a feral, blood-soaked execution. Clyde’s massive shadow-wolf moves with a terrifying, blinding speed that defies his size. He catches three fighters in his jaws at once, the crunch of their iron armor and bones a sickening, hollow sound that echoes off the cliffs as he crushes them into pulp and tosses their broken remains into the pines. His massive claws tear through their ranks, a whirlwind of liquid black wrath that ignores their silver-tipped arrows entirely, the sheer mass of his Alpha dominance incinerating their weapons before they can even touch his bronze hide.

“But they’re also fiercely independent. The Winter’s Claw pack doesn’t rely on anyone but themselves, and they expect the same from others. If you can prove your strength to them, they’ll stand by your side. But if they see any sign of weakness, they won’t hesitate to cut ties.” Theo paused, his finger tracing the outline of the African continent on the map. "In Africa, there is a pack unlike any other," he began, his voice carrying a tone of deep respect. "The Obsidian Claw pack, nestled within the dense jungles of the Congo. They're a fierce and ancient pack, led by Alpha Jengo and his Luna, Nia. The pack's territory is vast, spanning across treacherous terrain where only the strongest sur

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

Charli install a bomb inside the hotel, within 2 hours I need to finish my mission because if I failed, I would explode into pieces along with those people who stayed here in the Hotel. When those Indian boys disappeared in my sight, my face automatically turned into dark and serious aura when I also realized that I am in front of my guest’s Room, which is Mr. Chen, a Chinese Businessman, and my target. I continued walking towards the door when someone blocked my way that made me stopped. It is his Bodyguards.