Clone Wars Umbara Novels & Stories

Marco yelled, holding up three quivering fingers, teeth chattering, narrow shoulders shaking as he prepared to dive for yet another colored rock. “One minute,” Yari said firmly. “Two,” Marco responded. “‘Santo cielo’ (Dear God)… Everything is a negotiation with this boy of mine,” Yari muttered, making Leone set his teeth because Yari was complaining about a privilege not every man had. “Two minutes. That’s final! Then…” “Yari!” Norah came to the rail above them, at the edge of the pool deck. Her eyes were wide, her face pale. “Please, come! Gabby says her water broke!”

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

Johnny frowned, leaning forward in his seat as if somehow getting closer to the tablet screen would answer his questions. And in a way it did. Only moments after the door was opened, one of the girls appeared. Lucas didn't recognise her but then again, his attention had been on other things. He knew she was one of the girls from the club though and yet, the way she interacted with Omar suggested she was far from scared of him. After a few words were exchanged, the female disappeared back into the den only for a stream of girls to begin to pile out of the door. Everyone was dressed for the cold weather. The last girl to appear was Chloe. She hung back while the first girl reappeared but surpr

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

The Cosmic Unifier, armed with this newfound understanding, faced the Eclipse Sowers in a cosmic parley that would determine the fate of the joint empire. The suspenseful negotiations unfolded in a cosmic chamber where representatives from both sides convened. Umbra Astra, shrouded in cosmic shadows, presented their cosmic manifesto, detailing the twists of rebirth they sought to instigate. The Cosmic Unifier, countering with the vision of unity and collaboration, appealed to the Eclipse Sowers' sense of cosmic harmony.

PHOENIX UNBOUND The First Blaze Dust curled over the red hills of Kaemor Province, where Flame Guard and Umbra defectors clashed in chaos. Screams of wolves filled the air, many too lost in Arion's madness to realize they no longer fought for themselves. Then, a single cry rang out from the ridge above the battlefield. "Unchain the fire!" Ceres gasped from the scrying mirror as new figures emerged—warriors cloaked in ash-colored armor streaked with gold. Their eyes glowed ember-red, but their movements were untouched by the erratic burn of Umbra possession. At their lead stood Lena.

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

“But they’re also fiercely independent. The Winter’s Claw pack doesn’t rely on anyone but themselves, and they expect the same from others. If you can prove your strength to them, they’ll stand by your side. But if they see any sign of weakness, they won’t hesitate to cut ties.” Theo paused, his finger tracing the outline of the African continent on the map. "In Africa, there is a pack unlike any other," he began, his voice carrying a tone of deep respect. "The Obsidian Claw pack, nestled within the dense jungles of the Congo. They're a fierce and ancient pack, led by Alpha Jengo and his Luna, Nia. The pack's territory is vast, spanning across treacherous terrain where only the strongest sur

The aim was to create a powerful wave of positive emotions, a beacon to counter the insidious whispers and draw out the entities behind them. As the spectacle unfolded, emotions crackled in the air. The whispers seemed to falter, their darkness struggling against the onslaught of light and joy. Finally, with a collective surge of creativity, the Guardians unleashed their trump card – a holographic projection depicting the entire galaxy united in its resilience. The effect was instantaneous. The twilight sky writhed, shadows coalesced into monstrous forms, and the Umbrae,starved of negative emotions, were revealed. Anya, her eyes narrowed in defiance, watched as the Umbrae writhed and snarled

"Still, he seemed angry about something. More than usual, I mean." "Zephyr always looks angry lately. It comes with the territory of being Alpha, I suppose. All that responsibility and pressure." I patted my hands dry with a plush towel with deliberate slowness, letting them continue talking. Information always flowed more freely when people thought you were not actually listening. "My mate says there has been unusual rogue activity near the southern borders," the redhead continued, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Three scouts went missing last month. Just vanished without a trace."