Deathwatch Clone Wars Novels & Stories

he whispered. “She’s me,” Chaewon said. “And I’m not ready to forgive her.” “You don’t have to,” Jian replied. “You just have to survive her.” She looked up at him, and saw the truth now..He wasn’t a clone. He wasn’t perfect. He was flawed and that made him hers. __AN UNKNOWN LOCATION__ The clone sat on a throne of code—dozens of children kneeling before him. Red Web’s true army. He watched the footage of the Vesper explosion. Paused on Chaewon’s face. Then turned to his general. “It’s time.”

Victor hit the floor, coughing up a spray of dark blood, but he grabbed the clone’s ankle, holding on with a death grip. "Error," the clone muttered. "Target Victor Blackwood is persistent." It raised its other hand, claws extended to finish him. This was it. Elodie didn't think. She lunged forward, her fingers clawing for the blue light at the back of the clone’s neck. Her nails tore through the synthetic skin, hitting cold metal and warm wires. "Accessing," she screamed, her mind flooding with Camille’s data. The clone froze. Its head snapped back at an impossible angle, its jaw unhinging. "Unauthorized access. Security protocol Alpha-One-Nine initiated."

Enough for the clone to drive a knee into his side, crack a rib, and slam him into the wall. Elias coughed. Blood hit the floor. The clone stepped forward. “Did they give you a name?” Elias wiped his mouth. “I took one.” The clone’s eyes narrowed. “That was your first mistake.” The power flickered. Then failed. Backup lights surged on—blood red. Shade’s voice came through Elias’s comm: “Extraction window closing. Four minutes. If you’re not topside—” Elias pulled the comm off. Faced the clone again.

"We stop it here." Naz's voice turned grim. "New intel just hit. Those clones? They're not just infiltrators. They're walking bioweapons—engineered to carry a hemorrhagic fever strain." The room tilted. My father's last words echoed in my skull: You weren't supposed to come back. Now I knew why. The assault went kinetic at 02:17. We blew the eastern gate with shaped charges. Jeff moved like a ghost through the smoke, dropping guards with suppressed headshots while I cleared the corridors. Blood pounded in my ears, my HUD flashing with Naz's updates as she hacked their security grid.

Daniel laid there a little longer before he went back into the living room. The fire was low, throwing more firewood in the fireplace, he sat near it. Daniel needed to get back to his planet before the girls got comfortable here, he would come back when he knew the planet was ready for them. The last time he tried bringing them there, the war started early, and many died including Gabriela and Abey. “You think they can pull off saving this world again?” Adrian a Dark Council member spoke walking out of the darkness of the corner.

"You conquered death. What's next?" "Next is making sure my daughter has a world worth living in." I kissed her forehead. "Now it's bedtime. You have teaching duties tomorrow." "I know! I made lesson plans for three different skill levels. Katherine approved them and everything." That night, I lay awake thinking about Luna's question. What big thing could we do to prove the Coalition's worth? The answer came at 2 AM when Marcus burst into our quarters. "Sera! Emergency. The Southern Plains Pack is under attack."

I was starting to think there wasn’t much left of humanity to save. We had just returned from a mission that had gone horribly wrong. We’d been ambushed by the infected halfway through securing an old supply cache, and though we had made it out alive, it hadn’t been without cost. Two soldiers—men I’d worked with for weeks, men I had shared meals and conversations with—hadn’t made it back. The air in the base was heavy with grief. Everyone moved like ghosts, their shoulders slumped, their eyes dull. Even Ethan seemed quieter than usual, his face drawn tight with the weight of command.

The baby inside kicked again, gently, as if to reassure her. Ivy closed her eyes and let tears fall. She had lost so much. The clone, the Sanctuary, the brother she thought was gone… But she still had Asher. Still had her daughter. She whispered into the dim room: “Hold on, little one. We’ll protect you. That evening, Asher and Jaxon convened with Kira and the Rebel council in a cold, steel-walled war room. Holographic maps displayed Syndicate strongholds, now shifting, reorganizing under the cover of global misinformation. Malrick’s face dominated newsfeeds—villainous yet magnetic.

Selena interjected, "Please help her get her medical report, Mr. Jenkins. We'll just have a brief chat." I lifted my hand to hold Zachary's hand and squeezed it. "Come over to the fire escape after you get my report. We'll be there." Zachary understood me immediately. He turned around and left. Selena walked around to the back of my wheelchair and pushed me toward the fire exit. After positioning my hands near the brakes, I prompted, "Go ahead. What is it?" While Selena pushed the wheelchair, she said, "Do you know how much I hate you? I could've had a happy family. Everything was gone the moment you regained consciousness."

Just a mountain of paperwork waiting for me. Once I settle into my office only Leno and Bryant stayed, Geo had to go to the hospital for patients. “What were you able to find out while we were at Dark Claw?” I asked Leno. “Not much in their library. They have a public records section, specifically about the federation alliances and anything the pack has documented, however documents for that year are not available or better yet nowhere to be found.” Leno updated me. “Wait what?,” I asked him, shocked at what he reported.