Clone Wars Stories Novels & Stories

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

Only I knew the truth. He had tasted me once. Ten years ago, in a moonlit garden behind this very palace. A stolen night of teeth and claws and desperate, claiming pleasure that had ruined me for anyone else. Then he left for war the next morning without a goodbye. And now he was back. The herald’s voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the chatter. “Announcing the return of General Radian Blackthorn, Victor of the Shadow Wars, Slayer of the Ironfang Legion!” The doors opened.

He approached the door and gently knocked, and then the three of us entered the room. ***** “Poor Savannah, how is she doing now?” Chloe asked in concern after I had finished explaining what had happened to her in a few words. I was back at RetroCorp, it looked like the Thomas family needed a minute to talk, so I had left them alone. “Savvy’s doing great, Chloe. The doctor said she’ll be discharged by tomorrow.” I answered, glancing at my wrist watch. I couldn’t believe it was noon already. “Chloe, did Mr. Maloney send you the appraisal list?” I asked, switching back to business.

Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire. "Getting to all the other realms is relatively difficult except for one," Lucian then picked up two of the stones and put them side by side. "Except for the water realm and earth. Llewellyn and I were travelling the seas about two hundred years ago when a storm started to brew."

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.

Ten years had passed since the day the fire fell like the wrath of gods on the quiet village of Wolfsong, but the memories still seared through Nia’s mind as though they had been born just yesterday. She had been a child, barely ten, clinging to the smell of pine and the sound of her parents' voices, safe in the isolation of the borderlands. But the world outside had come crashing in with banners of iron and flame.

CHAPTER FIFTY _ THREE By the time Clifford was done telling his story, the whole table was already filled with tears. Everyone present at the table had already cried their eyes out, except Henry and Clifford. "I never intended to leave my family. I just needed a break, and that ugly accident had to ruin everything for me," Mary cried out.

Hussain yelled earning looks from the people beside them. "This is not how to talk to your twin brother, someone you have not seen for decades. At least, appreciate him, he wants to things right" Umar admitted. Hassan felt remorse for what he did back then, and he tried to get to Hussain but he kept pushing him out. It was Umar's plan to get him to museum so that they will sort it out like the mature adult they are. Umar signaled Nafisa to leave them there while they take a stroll in the museum, checking the art works. " Are you sure they won't kill each other?" Nafisa questioned worriedly.

In a flash, Kaymaer was inches away from X’s face, but before he could do anything, a blast of white energy went through his chest. He started to fall to the planet’s surface even he instantaneously regenerated and rushed back at X, only to get beheaded this time. His head grew back immediately, but this time he pulled back and hundreds of thousands of clones pour out of his body, with lightning speed. They surrounded X and lunged at him but he simply slices his hand through the air and they burst into pieces, but it was all a distraction. As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand.

Calix asked after a long moment of silence, pulling out a book from the small stack on my desk. “That is a book of tales and myths about our people.” I said, smiling when he placed the book next to me on the loveseat. “It holds the story of the original Shifters and the Four Sacred Dragons that founded the four Kingdoms.” Calix climbed onto the seat and grabbed the book, raising it to me as he settled against the armrest. “Would you like me to read it to you?” I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer.