Clone Wars: The Wrong Jedi Novels & Stories

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.

The right clone, still partially linked but receiving garbage data, swung its blade in a panic and accidentally decapitated the center clone. The unit fell apart. The perfect triangle shattered into three broken, confused men. Marcus recovered, charging forward with a roar. He grabbed the remaining standing clone by the neck and slammed him into the blast door, crushing the helmet. Silence returned to the antechamber, save for the sparking of the broken frog toy. Kzzzt... Namo... Kzzzt. Jack stood up, wiping black fluid from his hands. He was breathing hard, his ribs burning. "Remind me," Jack panted, kicking the frog toy, "to leave a five-star review for that thing."

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

And now Rowan had walked through these halls, eyes wide open, ready to report every crack he could find. She couldn’t wait anymore. Couldn’t afford the slow game, the careful distance. The decision that had been forming since the garden—since Caelum’s voice had followed her across the path—settled into something colder, clearer. Strategy, yes. But no longer only strategy. There was a pull now, low and insistent, that made her stomach flutter even as her mind mapped the risks. Caelum had protected her without being asked. He watched her window. He had slowed in the corridor like a man testing the space between them. He was dangerous. He was the wrong Voss. But he was also the only door still

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

"Your father was Stuart Bent Snr. He died in the bomb blast that killed dozens of Blood Crest Pack members. You are the first child of two and the only surviving one. You enjoy watching wrestling matches even though you hate the real deal. For a snack, your go-to is dark chocolate. Might I add more?" "It's really you, Alpha Seven!" Stuart screeched. I nodded. "The real one. Not the same as the impostor, got it?" Stuart shook his head slowly. "Are you really saying that a clone has been ruling over us for five years? How is that even possible?"

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

Mouris asked in between laughs and I shrugged. "Wasn't the best experience ever." "Come on. You always said it was the worst." Clarry said. "Yeah, The worst decision ever." I looked round tge table for the guys and Bessy but I couldn't find them." "Where is Bessy? And the guys?" I asked. "They left a long time ago." Mouris said and i hummed.

I flinch away. "Poor Charlotte. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time." His smile is poisonous. "Don't worry. This will all be over soon. And when it is, Rhys will be destroyed, Anders Corp. will rise from the ashes, and you..." He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You'll be nothing but a memory." The driver's grip loosens slightly, just for a second. It's all the opening I need. I slam my elbow back into his ribs as hard as I can. He grunts, his grip faltering, and I wrench free.