Clone Wars Windu Novels & Stories

Feral. “I won’t let you hurt her.” The she-wolf hissed, eyes flashing with anger. Chloe was off of him in a flash, standing above him with an angry frown and naked skin speckled with dirt and dried blood from running through the wilderness. In that moment she looked wild and untameable. She was the goddess of the wilderness and nature. She didn’t seem to care about how exposed she was or about the biting wind that blasted against her skin like a thousand knives. If things were different Lucas would have marvelled at how beautiful his mate was but all he could think about was making sure no one else got hurt and in the back of his mind, fearing Chloe wouldn’t recover from this.

“Leave her.” Ryker hesitated, then nodded. “She’s already met her storm.” Outside, the wind howled once more—but this time, it wasn’t angry. It was soft. Gentle. As Blaise carried his mate and son into the daylight, the storm began to clear, sunlight piercing through the clouds. The Windsong faded, its final note lingering in the air like a promise. Forever bound. Forever Mated.

"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."

There seemed to be a mysterious, deadly flame within each of them. Slash slash! The two clones were sliced apart in an instant, turning into shreds. The few jumped back with startled expressions, especially Claudia. If Alex hadn’t hit her with the seal just now, then she would be the one encountering these blasting hot wind blades right now. Looking at the strength of the deadly energy, she definitely wouldn’t have escaped without Alex. Even losing an arm or leg would be considered a mild injury. “What was that?” Luna was pale with fright. “I didn’t encounter any wind blades when I escaped last time.”

Let's go watch the light show. Leo took his hand. He looked tired. Not sleepy-tired, but soul-tired. "The Star is loud today, Dad," Leo murmured. "I know," Damian said softly. "Let's go tell it to hush." They left through the rear airlock. I turned to Kai. "Okay," I said, checking the magazine of my Glock. "We have one entrance. Limited ammo. And an enemy with unlimited resources. What's the plan?" Kai grinned. It was his mercenary grin—sharp, dangerous, and entirely devoid of humor. "We make them regret coming down here," Kai said. "Wulfric, tell me about this fortress. Did the Shadow Claw believe in booby traps?" Wulfric smiled, his old eyes glinting in the blue light of the hologram. "Mr.

But now that things had come to this point, Lino couldn’t retreat. “You asked for this, Chad. If it is a battle you want, don’t blame me for being ungracious today.” With that, Lino waved his hand and commanded, “Heed my order, Windsor Legion, kill whoever dares to come near Tyr Summers.” “Yes!” Unified roars filled with an immense domineering aura reverberated. Just as the two sides were about to clash, a sudden gust of wind suddenly began to blow outside the villa. This was a demonic wind, a very bizarre demonic presence.

After all, it was his scheme that framed me and got Melissa to abandon me here in the first place. But now, I was no longer the Zack who was at the mercy of others. I made a polite gesture of dismissal. "I've said it before—I'm married now. And life here is good. From now on, let's go our separate ways like we never knew each other. If there's nothing else, Ms. Snow, please leave." "You're lying!" Melissa suddenly shouted, extremely emotional. "There are only the abandoned elderly and children at Mount Dalon. Who could you have possibly married?"

Chris cursed loudly through clenched teeth and I quickly picked up a gun and pushed it towards him with trembling hands, my eyes widening and a strangled gasp slipped out of my lips as I realized the reason for him cursing angrily a second ago. He got shot— in his right arm, and it was bleeding fast, soaking his sleeve up immediately. “Fuck, Christ.” I cried out dejectedly as I crouched down beside and handed him the gun and he collected it with his left hand after a few seconds. The shooting had finally stopped, which made me drag in the first slow breath since the start of the shooting spree.

Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”

He cursed as I was walking up to him. “Say, if it wasn’t for Dylan Windell, son of Professor Theodore George Windell. I thought I would not have a chance to talk to you tonight,” I said as I was correcting my cuff links as Dylan turned to look at me. I smiled at him before he rolled his eyes. So much for a family reunion. “What do you want?” he asked me as I was looking at the sky. I know that Windell was the Wielder of the Wind and they were controlled by their emotions. I just hoped that Dylan was not mad enough to spin one of the typhoons here tonight.