Deathwatch Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Phoebe asked as we watched him turn in circles, his eyes watching each and everyone of us like a hawk searching for its next prey. "No," my mother and I responded in unison. "If he needs restraining, I will do it. I am the superior here," my mother stepped towards Xerxes. Medaline, Phoebe and I glanced at each other having a quiet conversation of who the actual superior was. Silas is literally a high ranking officer in the supernatural army. Cassian was a prime lycan alpha and heir to the wolven empire. Medaline and I were princesses and Phoebe was a badass werewolf with a lot of experience and not to mention PhD at 21 smart.

Chapter 51 The three members of the Supreme God Destroyers, their bodies cloaked in darkness, emerged from the shadows, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence of the hidden lair. They were the ones who had orchestrated the devastating attack on the Wolfsbane and Shadow Hunter werewolf clans, leaving behind a trail of devastation and despair. In their possession were two alphenos, the revered warriors of the fallen clans, their faces etched with a mixture of pain and defiance.

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

The night was quiet, but Nia could feel the weight of their decisions pressing down on her, each step forward pulling them deeper into the heart of the rebellion, and closer to the final confrontation with the empire. --- The outpost was a small camp tucked away in the dense forest, its fires flickering softly in the distance. Nia could hear the low murmur of voices as they approached, a sign that the rebellion was active and prepared to fight. They were met by a few familiar faces—rebels they had crossed paths with before, those who had fought in small skirmishes against the empire, though their numbers were few. But as Nia stepped into the clearing, her heart swelled with a cautious optimi

Alarms blared. "Hostile vessel detected! You are the stolen colony ship New Dawn! All personnel, combat stations!" "Attack now!" Nova commanded. New Dawn's point defense systems targeted the station's weapons. Disabled them. Boarding pods launched. Fifty hybrid warriors. Fast. Trained. Desperate. They breached the station in minutes. Met resistance. "Minimize casualties!" Nova shouted. "We are not murderers!" But people died anyway. Three station security guards. Two hybrids. The rest surrendered.

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.

"To be precise, he is the most overly-protective wolf in the multiverse." Scarlett floated down through the broken hull, stepping lightly onto the ruined deck. Dressed in her sleek, midnight-blue combat tunic, the First Weaver looked like a literal goddess of the cosmos. She casually spun her starlight brush in her fingers. "System Command: Revoke," Scarlett whispered. Instantly, every single high-tech Sanguine weapon in the throne room, including the glowing light-saber in Kassius's hand, flickered and died, permanently bricked by the Origin Code.

"Minds like Sonia's. Like yours, Alex. You could join us." "We've seen your version of the future," they replied, disgust evident. "We choose another path." The clone sighed with theatrical disappointment. "Then you'll die together. Poetic, but wasteful." Behind him, his operatives had finished extracting the genetic materials. As they turned to leave through the rear exit, James and Thompson's team struck. The lab erupted in chaos—gunfire, shattering glass, shouted commands. Marcel's clone lunged for a nearby console, fingers flying across the interface. "Deadman protocol activated," he announced with calm malice. "Two-minute countdown to sample degradation."

“ Sorry if I woke you, but I had no choice but to do so.” Taking in the seriousness of his countenance, I stepped out and shut the door slowly until it clicked. We were soon outside, with Hudson's hands in his pockets. Whatever it is must be gravely serious. Since it can not be about Piper, I listened attentively. “ Let me begin by saying that the clone is dead. It went smoothly until Diana raised an alarm.” “ You see, I had seen death, and greeted it. All that was left was for me to take was the hand of the reaper, but the old man said “not today.”