Deathwatch Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Clara screams. The leader hums. “Aegis, one last chance.” He pulls out a gun. Mike speaks. “No.” “No?” “I won’t let her do this.” Mike turns to Clara, his voice soft. “She’s shielded us for three days, Clara. Three whole days. Even I couldn’t do that. If someone has to die tonight, let it be me.” “No, no, no!” Clara sobs. Mike smiles at me. “You’ve done enough. If it’s anyone’s turn, it’s mine.”

— I think it's good that the one who defends me hasn't been accused numerous times. — Now, here comes the light topic, you can relax. I did that to see your reactions under pressure. You have excellent posture, congratulations. – Miguel smiled, causing Catherine to do the same – But nothing I said is a lie. – The smile on Catherine's face disappeared as Miguel dragged his chair to his closet, opening it and taking a black thermos bottle with what appeared to be water from the side of his backpack, opening it and taking a sip. – In this team, we have me, you, Diego, and Rogerio. I'll tell you a little bit about the guys so you can at least know their names. Rogerio is an expert in solving mar

Then she drew her weapon. The clone closed its eyes. “Thank you,” it whispered. Olivia pulled the trigger. The clone fell instantly. Dead. No struggle. No scream. Just silence. Olivia lowered her gun slowly, processing the implications. If Version 6.0 wanted to die… What did the others want? And why was this one different? Novak’s voice crackled through her earpiece. “We cornered the other one!” Olivia ran to the rooftop. Guards encircled the figure.

Maya’s world narrows to Sam on the floor and the mask beside him and the sudden, hateful understanding that good systems still have gaps wide enough for bullets. Eli fires. The overwatch goes silent. Marcus moves through the smoke like he can see the shape of breath itself. His people follow, not fast exactly. Coordinated. Brutal. The roof team breaks when the dead reach the street below and their exit stops being an exit. By 03:31, it is over. The bus depot survivors run north with the dead behind them. The base holds. That is the fact. The cost is on the floor. Debrief happens at first light because grief does not cancel administration, which is one of civilization’s less charming design f

It was radio silence and Ares was becoming agitated. Pulling his jacket off, Lucas wandered over to the small bar opposite the giant bed and poured himself a drink. He was exhausted. That was understandable but he had hoped Chloe's presence would settle him down. Instead he found himself even more worried and stressed. Something was wrong with his mate. Something was wrong with all of the girls and no one knew what. Also, he couldn't shake the line of thought about Chloe's blood being at the blood bath they had stumbled across. What had she witnessed? Did she see who killed those men?

"I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons are stored there." Then it was Daphne's turn. "I saw first the destruction of Nightshade at the farmhouse. Wolves and Hunters were fighting. Then I saw the destruction of The Diamond Pack Compound." "What does it mean?" I asked without thinking. She looked directly into my eyes. "It means that if we don't succeed in taking down and destroying Nightshade, then they will destroy us here at the Compound instead."

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

Afterward, they held each other, Damian’s hand resting on the belly, feeling the child move. But victory was hollow. The Architect’s death had released something worse. New threats simmered in the shadows. The clones had not all been destroyed. In the chaos of the final battle, several enhanced duplicates had escaped the labs. They were out there—looking exactly like Damian, programmed with fragments of his memories, but loyal to the old syndicate’s remnants. They moved in the shadows, gathering followers, whispering promises of a restored order. One week after the fleet’s fall, the first clone appeared.

David witnessed the whole process. He could have stopped it, but he did not. He wanted to see what exactly Azul was trying to do. Even if Azul returned to his prime, David could still kill him if he wanted to. His three clones were not ordinary partial Pre-Deities, but three partial Pre-Deities that would risk their lives for David. This meant that David's three clones were three partial Pre-Deity Rank death warriors who would only obey his every order. What was this concept?

"You died." Nickey's gun was already aimed at her head. "Trina killed you. We watched you bleed out." "You watched a clone bleed out. A convincing one, I'll admit. But still just meat and circuitry." His mother stepped over Chen's corpse without looking. "I've had twelve backup bodies for years. Kill one, another activates. I'm functionally immortal. Annoying, isn't it?" Forty-five seconds until detonation. "The children—"