Clone Wars Trespass Novels & Stories

K A I R O The river was restless tonight. I should’ve ignored it. My patrol was nearly finished, and the cliffs rarely carried anything but the roar of water and the stench of moss. But my wolf wouldn’t leave it. He prowled inside me, ears pinned, claws dragging against my chest. Go. His voice was sharp. Now. I followed the pull, boots crunching over loose stone until the roar grew louder, spraying mist against my skin. That was when the scent hit me—metallic, thick in the air. Blood.

Elora stood frozen, the room tilting slightly. Micah stepped closer, voice desperate now. “You have to fight it, Elora. No matter how bad it gets. You can’t let that magic take you.” His lips pressed together before he reached into his pocket with shaking fingers. “Here.” He pulled out a small pendant on a leather cord — a carved stone wolf claw, smooth from years of handling. It pulsed faintly in Elora’s presence, the same way their Spiritbond sometimes flickered between them. Elora stared. “Micah…”

A strange heat blossomed between her legs, it wasn’t a feeling she had felt before. Marc tried to break the kiss, but Klara held him in place, trying to deepen the kiss. She wanted more of him. She pressed her body against him, surprised to feel something poking her stomach. Marc unclasped her hands from his neck, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he didn’t stop. He gazed down to her with a look of adoration. “I’ll get Jesse to check on the prisoners, get information.” Wade stated formally. Marc blinked looking to Wade, “Oh… er yeah…” he thought quickly. Distracted by Klara. “We’ll need to think about their pack. Organise the Alpha’s trial,” he recovered. “A sweep must also b

"If you don't know where danger is coming from, it's harder to spot. Vigilance is key. And next time we're attacked, let's try and keep one of the fellows, hm? Give me five minutes alone with him, and I'll find out who he's working for." Cruz said it casually, as if he were talking about prying someone's secret family muffin recipe out of them. But Sloane knew better. "Okay, so we've got lots of bad guys on our asses now," Toshi said around the last bite of his cheeseburger. "But what about the treasure? Let's see what we found." Sloane reached down into her bag, pulling out the leather-wrapped bundle. And suddenly Alyssa was in front of her, hand outstretched.

The whole day Travis tried his luck with her. "Isabella, since you already have no hope with your Colton, can you give me a chance, please? I'll open a publishing house for you and we'll work as a team. Then we could get hitched and lead a happily married life. What do you say?" Said Travis, wiggling his eyebrows. Ever since her book became a hit, Travis had been pulling her leg with the male protagonist, Colton. She didn't mind. Travis was a funny guy and he meant no harm.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

I knew his car without needing to see him and I watched it until the cypress trees swallowed the lights and the drive was empty and the gates closed and the estate went quiet in a way that was different from ordinary quiet. Operational quiet. The kind that had weight to it. Nico appeared beside me at the window. He had stayed behind to manage the estate security and to be here and we both understood without saying it that the second reason mattered considerably more than the first. "Six simultaneous moves," he said. "Three primary fronts. The coalition is positioned and ready on all of them." "When does the first wave hit," I said. "Sunrise," he said. "Forty minutes." I turned from the windo

“This has more comments than the original collision video did.” “That seems like an exaggeration.” “It’s genuinely not. People are losing their minds. Someone made a whole timeline graphic tracking your entire, and I quote, enemies to something else arc.” She turned her phone around to show me an actual infographic, complete with screenshots dating back to the original collision, our various public arguments, the prank war, all of it charted out like some kind of relationship documentary campus had apparently been compiling without my knowledge the entire time. “This is deeply unsettling.” “This is deeply iconic, actually, and you should be honored.” She grinned, delighted by the whole spect

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

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.