Clone Wars Umbara Novels & Stories

“Actually, there’s something else. Dad’s summoning you home. He wants to see you.” Joyce frowned, her irritation returning. “Dad? Why didn’t he just call me? I have a phone, you know.” “You weren't picking up. And besides, this wasn’t the kind of message you deliver over the phone,” Ambrose said. His tone was more solemn now, and Joyce could feel a weight behind his words. “It’s urgent. Eight of our hunters were killed two nights ago.” Joyce shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I told you all before, I want nothing to do with this whole ‘hunting wolves’ nonsense. It’s absurd. You all should get a life”

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.

“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.”

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.

On the very next line beneath Portia's elegant script, she wrote in her own gentle, flowing handwriting: No matter how big the storm, we never let go. Portia looked down at the words, her eyes glistening. Under the canopy of the glass greenhouse, surrounded by the warmth of thousands of fairy lights, the future no longer felt like a terrifying battlefield—it felt like a beautiful promise they were already living.

Lisa hums. We leave for the bar, the clock at ten p.m sharp. My legs feel a bit sore but I think I can hold on for some hours. Find my footing around men without Cassian. The club is packed by the time we arrive and we weave to the open bar. “Tequila shots and keep them coming,” Benta says, tapping the counter playfully. The guy smiles, pouring us three glasses. I take mine downing it in a go. “You ain't playing,” Lisa says, shoving me slightly.

Not so far, I heard shuffling footsteps and I got alerted about the enemies coming in this way. “They are here.. Everyone ready?” i mindelinked my team and received a positive response from their side. When the noises were close, we were also in position to attack, and my warriors jumped in mid air but took an emergency landing because what we saw next left us in shock. A horde of small figures approached us and their big hooded eyes were fixed on us. None of us moved a finger even, but eyes were locked. “Dwarfs?” Pauline brokk the silence after a long pause.

Even if we didn’t leave to hunt the entire season, we wouldn’t starve. Camilla, on the other hand, still believed that, just like in the last life, the war for territory would only begin after winter ended. I had no intention of waiting until spring. The only way to win was to strike first, when no one expected it. While Camilla hid in capital, dreaming of ascending to the throne of Luna Queen, I led a fully armed pack, launching a surprise attack under the cover of snow. With the coordinated combat I had trained them in, we quickly crushed the surrounding packs, which were already weakened by cold and hunger, and forcibly absorbed them.

and I grab hold of the mug. Tossing it down, it burns like fire down my throat. That’s exactly what I wanted. Coming to some senses, I start to realise the mistake I have made. When we called all the warriors here, I had presumed it was something attacking us within these grounds. But now that I know they’re attacking several packs again, I realise we left way too little warriors at the borders. Amelia steps outside with a determined look on her face. “They are attacking everyone, I can feel it. They need my help.”

Cadance spared a moment to hug and kiss her uncle and aunt, but her attention was reserved for the three little musketeers: Marco, Arturo, and Cat. Norah was as excited as her daughter having family over. Even if all the Gritti welcomed her into the family, Norah remained very much attached to Gabrielle and Yari, considering Gabrielle as her sister. As for Yari… he was once again her boss, working for him part-time as a Senior developer for special international projects. Basically, the same thing she used to do, but with a bigger salary. After she hugged Gabrielle, Norah turned towards Yari who was placing a big bag near the door. Without asking, she knew what was in that bag. Leone and Yar