Novel & Cerita Hardcase Clone Wars

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

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.

But Amara’s gaze stayed locked on the clone — the one that looked like her. “Why did they make you?” she whispered. The clone smiled faintly. “Because you wouldn’t kneel.” Before Amara could react, the clone’s hand pressed against the glass — and shattered it with inhuman strength. The explosion of pressure sent Amara flying backward. Luca caught her mid-fall as Cassian opened fire. Bullets tore through the chamber, but the clone didn’t fall — she absorbed them, her body healing as fast as it was breaking. “Retreat!” Cassian shouted.

All six halberds were shattered. In the next moment, Wilbur emerged from the storm, swiftly piercing the chest of an armored warrior with his sword. As the warrior's face filled with shock, a clone emerged from Wilbur's body, and both Wilburs charged toward the remaining warriors at the same time.

for in the next five days, we will execute our fifteenth raid on the Moon Crescent pack, which the queen of war would lead. Applause and cheers filled the hall, and only one thought could cross my shock-ridden mind. "Shit". ~~~ “What the hell was that, Micheal?!” I slammed my hands against the desk in Micheal's office. Anger flowed through my veins like liquid metal, and my breath came off in heavy pants. The clouds darkened outside, and the threats of rain showed themselves to the inhabitants of Earth. Micheal sat in front of me. A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes.

The clone looked to her, and for the first time, his mask faltered. Not visibly. Viscerally. He didn’t know what to do with confrontation that didn’t obey his logic. With intimacy as resistance. Cassian spoke softly, like he was speaking to a mirror. “You weren’t made to lead. You were made to last. But we’re not interested in building a future that survives. We’re building one that feels.” Councilor Shaye raised her voice. “Are you claiming legal identity?” The clone didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped forward.

Ava was almost feeling happy about the fact that Vador wasn't ashamed to hold her so close in public but was shocked when she heard him say"Besides we're bats now. Look there" "Ahh," Ava said seeing her reflection. She was a bat and so was Vador. "Better now,look again" "Better," Ava sighed. She was back to her normal self. On entering the gallery, Ava saw a sketched drawing of a dog,a vampire dog maybe,It looked delivish with horns. Taking a closer look at it,the dog blinked at her. "Seen anything you like?" Vador asked with his hands behind him. "More of something that I don't like,"Ava murmured"That dog just blinked at me,she pointed to the drawing.

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…”

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.