Clone Wars Windu Novels & Stories

He’d chosen a good time to introduce her since nobody had started drinking yet and most of them at least looked human. “Everyone here calls me Wrath,” he said softly. “Okay.” She nodded her head. “You don’t have to try and remember everyone’s names, just look at their vests, names and ranks are patched on.” “That makes things easier,” she said and seemed to relax a little. Nitro walked toward him and they grabbed each other in an arm hug. “Hey, Wrath.” “Thanks for letting me bring her here,” Jake said. “Never a problem for you. Club’s going back on lockdown, so now’s a good time to keep her out of sight here.”

"Your mother, Lady Geneva Mondragon, is my wife. So you can call me father." There was a long pause before Sydnee stepped back in surprise. "W-What?" He sighed and looked ahead. He seemed to think of something before he continued. "My great grandmother was the crown princess whom I talked about. And that is the family heirloom that she failed to obtain in her lifetime. Now that I came back to where the Mondragon once ruled, it's my life mission to get what is due to my clan." He looked at Sydnee. "That heirloom was supposedly for Catarina but I was wrong to trust her. Now, I am giving it to you."

**The Storm Within** Clara had barely begun to process the gravity of the events that had unfolded when the silence of the night descended like a heavy cloak. The Collective was gone, but their threat lingered like a shadow over her. The wind, once a symbol of her newfound power, now felt like a dangerous ally—unpredictable and powerful, but always threatening to spiral out of control. It was a gift, yes, but also a curse. Clara couldn’t shake the feeling that something darker than she had ever imagined was coming for her. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure if she could stop it.

Esme POV After Knox left the kitchen I waited five minutes until I followed him out. Was the moon goddess an impractical joker or the most wonderful goddess ever? She allowed me to be mated to two Alphas? After Leo rejected me I didn’t dream of a second chance mate nor that it would be the most infamous Alpha out here. My limbs vibrated as I walked through the cold evening breeze. I might have been high on adrenaline because I thought I heard voices in the wind as I passed through the hedges.

"But, Wind was one of the founders of the five Clans. If you are somehow related to her, or if you're even her reincarnation, then that might explain your strange dreams." Spruceleaf hummed in agreement, flicking her tail thoughtfully. Reedriver tilted his head to one side in annoyance. He wasn't sure what to make of all of this. Birdpaw hadn't said a word since they met up, and Flamestrike sounded indifferent to it all. It seemed as though the ThunderClan cat was only following the others rather than taking his own lead. "Well, I think it's a load of foxdung," he grumbled. "I'm not sure why I bothered agreeing to this."

Even after Andrius released all his punches, he did not pose any threat to Gluttony. On the contrary, when Gluttony struck his claw, cracks spread in the air before swiftly mending together. However, the sharp wind from the claws made Andrius’ face pale. “Divine Wanderer.” In an instant, Andrius slipped away and narrowly avoided the claw. Though, before he could rejoice, a fierce wind rose behind him. The claw was coming back!

Dusty. The kind of wind that follows a grave being opened. Atop the eastern ridge of Nightwind, where the wall had been destroyed by the second Emissary, a figure stood. Wrapped in black and rust-red, his cloak dragging behind him like a tattered banner. In his hands, he held a crown.

Jake jumped out, already drenched, his eyes filled with the madness of someone on the brink of collapse and a final, desperate shred of hope. The brothers met each other’s gaze in the rain. In each other’s eyes, they saw the same despair and refusal to give up. This time, there was no argument or fists thrown. Like two trapped beasts stripped of their fangs, they had nothing left except a final, mournful struggle.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

The wind was fierce and unyielding, but they pressed on, knowing the importance of their mission. Standing on the edge of the cliff, Luna raised her arms, calling out to the spirits of the wind. She felt the air swirl around her, lifting her hair and filling her lungs with its invigorating presence. With a chant, she captured a portion of the wind's essence in a crystal vial, which glowed with a vibrant green light. --- The final element, fire, awaited them in the heart of a dormant volcano. This was the most dangerous part of their quest, but they faced it with unwavering courage.