Clone Wars: The Wrong Jedi Novels & Stories

As we head back to the kingdom, I wonder why it is now that the clone dies, and it is on the same day that the triplets regain their minds. What game are you playing, Jared?

"And these, you call them the specimens, they agreed . . . to live like this for however long their study period is for. Any species in this type of environment makes me feel like I'm at a zoo." Dr. Dawson looked in my direction with a look of almost confusion. Then his smirk came back as the realization spread across his neurons in due time. "I had forgotten. Please don't take this to heart. I have forgotten about the lesser species and how you have sympathy. My superiors always told me to remind that such sentiments are a strength, though I do feel otherwise. Of course, you would have compassion for anything in this lab that I would call a specimen, say it be a beetle or an alpha wh

"OH MY GOD! WENDY!" I scream while kneeling on the floor besides her, careful not to cut myself on shards of glass from the flower vessel. Matt usually places two glass flower vase on either side of the stairway, and Wendy knocked one down, breaking it into pieces. I examine her closely and I sigh in relief when I notice that the blood pooling on the marble floor is gushing from her arm. _Thank God!_

Then we were plunged into darkness again. The entire space around our ships lit up with an orange glow. A single figure was at the centre of the warm glow. Horus. His metallic wings were spread and we watched in horror as the harbingers all swarmed on him. “Retreat!” He yelled, turning to face the swarm, obviously resigned to fate. I was already instructing Ko’vren to meet up with the carrier ship and jump back to Le’uthara when I saw a blue streak, going impossibly fast towards the oncoming swarm. That idiot, I thought still cursing under my breath. I set up a mental link with him immediately. “What the hell?!”, I yelled, banging my fist on the table. “You need to learn to trust me sometime

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

"This is not possible. The Moon Goddess would not do this." "Clearly the Moon Goddess has a twisted, cruel sense of humor." "She would not pair me with—" He cut himself off abruptly, probably remembering we had an audience of dozens hanging on every single word. Around us, the pack members exchanged confused glances and whispered frantically. They could not feel what we felt, could not sense the cosmic joke that just destroyed both our worlds. But they could smell the sudden change in our scents, see the shock written plainly across our faces. "I need air right now." I pushed past him roughly toward the terrace doors, my legs unsteady beneath me, threatening to collapse.

I run to my pack commander. “What is going on?” I ask while straightening my clothes. “The Henderson’s are here, sir.” The commander replies, standing with his hand followed behind his back. “Fuck. Couldn’t they have waited a little longer?” I say. “Get the troops and fuck them up. Now!” These fucking Henderson’s know how to spoil the fun. Kai comes along with Crissy. Handing her over to me. I grab Crissy’s arms from Kai and make my way to my throne.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

"They're just jealous." *Of what? Every person seated on this table, male or female, were hundred percent better than me, either by beauty or clothing.* I doubted that but I nodded anyway. Halfway through the meal, Klara stood up with her teacup. She walked around the table slowly, and when she reached me, she paused. "Madonna, isn't it?" she said sweetly. "Yes." I looked up at her warily. "Such an interesting name." She tilted her cup slightly and hot tea spilled directly onto my lap.

And something inside him cracked. Something older. Something real, love and fear. Because he knew what was coming. He’d seen it in the clone’s eyes. This wasn’t the end of the war, this was the beginning of something worse. Later, Jian limped into the common room, half-dressed, wincing with every step. Han met him at the table. “You should be resting.” “I’ve done enough of that.” Jain responded. “You bled out through a rib wound.” “And I lived.” He took the tablet Han slid to him. Watched the same message Chaewon had.