Clone Wars Stories Novels & Stories

They saw exactly what I wanted them to see—wealth, beauty, privilege, innocence. "Lady Evangeline!" A young warrior approached with the kind of swaggering confidence that suggested he had consumed far too much of that expensive French champagne. "Marcus mentioned you are from the Northcrest territory. I have heard your pack produces the finest trackers in the entire continent. Is that true?"

he shrugs, “if you leave here you'd just find my colleagues and attack them. No, you either make your stand here and die or you try to retreat and die. Those are your only options.” “Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine” Corrin mocks, “what makes you think you'll win?” “Because I will,” he says flatly. What the fuck are we going to do? “Enough talking” Ash roars as he lunges at the Knight. He brings his claws down on the man, but he's faster, pulling his Claymore and using it to block the blow. The impact makes a screeching sound as his claws scrape the steel. He uses the blunt side of the Claymore to push Ash back then he swings.

A faint click sounded, followed by the slow grind of a concealed door sliding open. Inside was a safe—my own personal vault. It held only the things that mattered. Money, letters, secrets no one else would ever see. And the stolen book. I pulled it free, my hands steady despite the storm in my mind. The cover was worn, the edges frayed, but the power within had never faded. I flipped through the brittle pages, scanning the text with a sharp, desperate focus. Then I found it—The Mark of the Triarch. The inked script told a story as old as the first wars of our kind. Unlike the Mark of the Septarch, which granted sevenfold power, the Mark of the Triarch was lesser—but just as powerful. An awak

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

Medyo may pagka-masungit itong si Noglas tignan pero hindi siya killjoy. Nasa gitna na kami ng paglalaro nang bigla kaming natigil dahil naiihi daw si Kat kaya nagpaalam muna siya upang magtungo sa CR, kaya hinintay na lang namin siya bago ulit kami magpatuloy. Kaming mga naiwan ay nag-kuwentuhan muna tungkol sa buhay habang umiinom ng alak. Tatlong bote na ang naubos namin at pang-apat itong kararating lang.

"The Golden Claw pack is at our borders, and they're demanding to see Ava." My heart sank, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me. It seemed like my worst fears were coming true. The war was coming to our doorstep, and I didn't know if we could avoid it.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

It came together fast, clean, professional, exactly the kind of piece my editor expected. Then I got to the part about the crashed file, the night in the library, the snow. Carter's dedication extends beyond the ice. During a recent library visit, he spent hours helping rebuild a corrupted research project rather than leave a friend stranded, deliberately setting aside a personal call to do so. I reread the line, and something about it felt wrong. Too warm. I kept going anyway. He talks about the game with an ease that fades the moment his father's name comes up, though he was quick to redirect the conversation, clearly more comfortable discussing plays than pressure.

It’s all just fine. I gave her a sad smile. “As I grew up, I did all my best just so I could reach the level from where he was. He practically just treated me as a nuisance, he became superior, and I became more eager to shred all of his to prove myself to them. The day when my father declared that Daniel should be the next to rule our pack, even with a fact that the older one should always be the one who has all the rights to be crowned, and that was me—that should always be me. I made petition, for did my father agree. Because he thought, he’s doing me a favor to understand that even though I climb all the hills, I’ll just always fall from the heights, and come home with all the wounds and