Clone Wars Windu Novels & Stories

“Stay back unless you want to die!” My own hand went to my sword. My blood was boiling, my vision painted in red. “Reid!” I thundered, stepping forward with my blade unsheathed, the steel glinting. “Are you seriously rejecting my role as Alpha?!” My voice cut through the heavy silence. My glare swept across the crowd, burning into the warriors who stood frozen, torn between fear and duty. “And you, what the hell are you doing just standing there? Get him and lock him up! Don’t make me repeat myself!”

The old original map of the tunnels was tightly clenched in Tom's hand. "Bless the Goddess. An inferno windstorm and an eclipse came out of nowhere. It set all of our wolves on edge; we came as soon as Margie found us." Tom rushed out, his eyes looking at everyone's battered or exhausted state. They all looked like they'd been through the ringer, narrowly making it through. “Thank the Goddess. Is everyone okay?” Margie cries out, rushing to pull her daughter into her trembling arms. “Mum, Oliver—” Aria sobbed, and Mike stepped forward with Oliver's body in his arms.

But the moon has climbed to its peak, bright and full above the tree line, and still, there’s no sign of him. Each time the wind changes direction, I lift my head, desperate for his scent. Still, nothing. The silence feels wrong, dangerous, and my chest tightens until it’s hard to breathe. Maybe he got hurt in the storm… I shudder at the thought. The crack of twigs snaps my head around. Figures emerge from the tree line moving quickly across the clearing. Jorin leads, his shoulders squared, his face carved with exhaustion, and seven Song warriors trail after him.

she shrugs, “we better get going. Some cadets might come here to check out what caused the ruckus.” Right, I almost forgot about that. “How did you know what he was,” I ask, as we walk through the forest. “The knight?” She says, “I saw one of those wondering in the wilds a long time ago” “A druid?” “Yes, he was about to be killed by a Wendigo when he committed suicide like the knight. He also worshiped Pan” “Pan? That’s the green god's name?” “Yeah” “I always thought there were only two gods”

His grip was too tight, and I could feel the pain in my wrist due to his strength. I couldn't break free, so I shouted helplessly, "Let go of me!" Simon seemed not to hear me, and he only kept pulling me toward him. "Janice, give me another chance to make it up to you, alright?" Before he could finish, someone punched him in the face. "She told you to let go! Don't you understand?!" The punch came fast and hard, catching Simon off guard. He let go of my wrist and stumbled back, knocking over the chair behind him.

By sunset, Dawson’s house looks like it’s preparing for a storm that isn’t weather. Curtains drawn. Cameras checked. Exterior lights set to timers. Kellan moving through rooms with the calm efficiency of a man who has packed for worse. Miles at the dining table, laptop open, building a timeline that feels like a net. Rowan testing the back door sensor twice, not because it’s broken, because her body doesn’t trust “once.” Jace dragging a chair to the front window like he’s trying to be useful in the only language his nervous energy speaks.

But I ignored her reaction and continued, "We raised you all the way to this point. When that group of Rogues who were hunting you showed up at our doorstep, I was the one who stood in front of you and took a poisoned claw strike for you. "Even till now, I still have the scar on my back from it." Ivy's expression grew increasingly darker, and her coffee cup trembled slightly in her hand. "Maya, what are you trying to say by bringing all this up today?" "I don't mean anything by it. I just wanted to say that we werewolves, value loyalty and gratitude above all. Otherwise, we're no different from those mindless Rogues. Without your conscience, all you have will be repaid in full by the Moon Go

These things had the sky too, and it made every old instinct feel half-broken. I ducked just in time to avoid another pass. The wind from the wings alone nearly took me off my feet. Dirt blasted across my face. Something heavy struck the ground behind me with a wet crack that I knew without turning had once been one of ours. I turned anyway. Couldn’t stop myself. A Vandwood warrior lay twisted wrong, chest open, eyes already gone blank under the grey light of dawn. I looked away and drove my blade into the neck seam of the Vaelcryn charging in from the side.

Dad growled, “I don’t want you anywhere near the fighting. You’ve been through enough and who is to say that Dune wasn’t acting on his father’s orders when he took you and tried to forcefully mark you?” Mom agreed, “I would rather have you here, in the house, taking care of me and your father. We are too weak to fight out there. We will be using our magic.” I contributed, “But I have the elements of wind and water. I can create tornadoes or a sheet of ice under their feet.” Mom looked at dad, “That’s something she can do from a distance.” I smiled, “I can also make ice spears.” I started with my hands closed and spread them wide, forming an ice spear in the space between them, “See?” Mom smi

Boom! Madi and Diego were sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground. Whoosh, whoosh! Countless fierce winds surged wildly as if the entire world was in turmoil. Yet Adrian remained suspended in the void. The next moment, he appeared at the center of the storm, commanding it like a ruler. With his hands clasped as if controlling the universe, his gaze radiated disdain. Surrounding him were wisps of cyan energy supporting his feet, and his clothes billowed wildly in the wind, making him look like the ruler of heaven.