Deathwatch Clone Wars Novels & Stories

He and Clash completed warrior training, and it’s time for them to go serve in the werewolf military. Their training was to be a sharpshooter, but they can also quick shift. Dad says it’s a rare skill and makes them a valuable asset to their platoon. Marco says he’s looking forward to it. Can you believe that shit? Who looks forward to going to war? Actually, I can think of a couple of our pack members… I overheard Mom telling our female Beta Abdicate, Becca Stone, that dark witches have gotten involved. Thirty warriors from our pack alone have died this month. I haven’t told Marco. He’s going regardless. Being morbid won’t help make him stay.

Lucifer's mother's words echoed faintly in his mind, a whisper against the backdrop of his seething rage. As he surveyed the carnage around him, he knew the war was far from over. The taste of blood and the scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, a reminder of the brutal reality of his world—a world where mercy was a luxury he could no longer afford. Luciano approached, limping slightly, but his eyes were sharp and alert. He wiped a streak of blood from his face, his expression grim. “We got lucky tonight,” he said, his voice rough from exertion. “If you hadn’t shown up when you did…”

Unlike me, my father had always been a very diplomatic werewolf, not much of a fighter, that’s why they could take everyone down so easily that day. “That was the night the Gold-moon pack died, and the Blood-moon pack was born,” I tell her, letting her know why we’re a new pack. “Their intention was to eradicate the entire family, so no threat was left. But they underestimated my power, will, and hatred just as Alex’s. The moment we got notified and ran back, it was too late to help my parents or many others. Apparently, Drake got notified wrong, thinking we were dead, too. So we took the chance to work in disguise and re-build the pack, making it powerful enough before he could find out we

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow. As they hurtled through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the clone reached into her vest and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. She tossed it into Maya’s lap. "My name is Seven," the clone said. "Or at least, that’s what’s etched into my bone marrow. There were twelve of us in the Delta batch. I’m the only one left who hasn't had a total neural reset."

The wolves moved in perfect silence—whatever else they might be, the clones had been built for war, and stealth was part of their programming. "Exit ahead," Marcus Two whispered. "Maintenance access to the central building." "Guards?" "Three. Human. Distracted by the noise outside." "Take them quietly." The wolves flowed past him like shadows given form. There were no sounds of struggle—just three soft thuds as the guards hit the ground, unconscious before they knew they were under attack. Jack emerged into a corridor that hummed with electricity. Server racks lined the walls, their lights blinking in patterns that might have been code or might have been meaningless. The air was cold, climat

was something more than a wolf. Ashren walked over to me. He had dressed in fresh clothes brought by a scout, but he still looked haggard. The blood on his face had been wiped away, revealing the pale, shocked set of his jaw. "We counted twenty-two dead," Ashren said. His voice was quiet, lacking the boom of an Alpha command. "No survivors. They fought to the death." "They were programmed to," I said, watching Drax kneel beside the massive rogue I had killed with the kinetic blast. "These weren’t desperate strays looking for food, Ashren. They were soldiers. Suicide troops."

Black smoke coils into the shape of a man. Gerald Holloway steps out of the ridge, whole, clean, smiling. No bullet wound. No claw marks. Just a different suit. Draven’s growl shakes the marsh. “I killed you.” “You killed a clone,” Gerald says. “Expensive, but worth it. You always were predictable, Duskbane.” The lieutenant raises his rifle again. “Stand down, all of you, this is a federal—”

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

Their king dared to enter his kingdom without his permission and on top of it he boldly hurt one of his servants! ... "John" Lucas gasping has entered John's office, oblivious to everything "Come, there has been a massacre!!" He shouted angrily for John to stand stoically, then disappeared, followed by Lucas, he went out in front of the corpses of his murdered bodyguards to smell a werewolf and smile beside him He leaned over to one of the corpses to take the note placed on top of him He stood and read it silently, and despite his smile, anger was boiling inside him "A little disciplinary lesson for you, and if you want war, declare it, you fainthearted, because you already know who will win