Harry Potter Fights In The Clone Wars Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I hope you had nothing to do with this.” “Absolutely not!” he snapped. “I’m not as foolish as the others, starting a war just for pride! And there’s no way I would order anyone to hurt my daughter!” I pouted. “Good, then. Now let’s gather all the Moon Dust warriors and see if my theory is correct.” Although Harry looked unhappy about being ordered around, he had no choice but to comply. He called the warriors—using the mind link, of course—and soon enough, those werewolves began arriving at the headquarters from all directions.

“She’s been cloning more than me.” A soft hiss drew their attention. The door behind them slid open, and the clone stepped in. His shirt was torn, bloodless despite the fight. His face was calm again. “You can’t run from perfection,” he said. Liam stepped forward, shielding Ava behind him. “You’re not perfect. You’re empty.” The clone tilted his head. “And you’re obsolete.” He moved first too fast. Liam barely blocked the first hit, but the second landed across his jaw. The fight was brutal, silent except for the sound of fists meeting flesh and the hum of the pods vibrating from the impact.

I blocked all of the heat with my sword, gave them kicks on their faces, on your stomach, on their ribs and even in their balls as long as this would give me more grounds to fight. The battle raged on around us, but I was oblivious to it all. This was between me and Hermoine. I felt a searing pain in my shoulder as her claws sliced through my flesh, but I ignored it, channeling my anger into my next blow. The way she was fighting. I could tell that she was strange. Her brothers did a good job or maybe her father did. I do not know which one but she held the sword with so much partnership. While I was busy fighting with all of these men, my eyes ruined the entire place in search of that basta

Before Leo could think more about the name Black Wolves there was a knock on the door. "Come in" replied Leo, Anne entered and came close and sat next to Leo on the bed and spoke, "somehow the Dragon's clone we struggled against was found and killed and we got the assist, and we got the kill on the clone despite not killing it, how did that happen?".

If he was wounded and got back up, it would be almost impossible to defeat them. Nevertheless, I ordered my men to charge. I would not go down without a fight. It was possible that I would fall before the fight even began, as the rogues could use multiplication magic. The man with invisibility magic was not the mastermind of this war. My current four opponents were, or there was another master behind it all. My men moved forward before me, taking out clones. They trusted me that much, they believed in me. Scarlett was there, doing her best to attack as soon as a distraction occurred.

“I am not getting a ‘Let’s join in the battle’ vibe from these people. Every instinct tells me to put as much distance between us and them as we possibly can.” “I’m taking daddy werewolf with me when we do,” Harry replied. “I licked it, so it’s mine.” Meguitte looked up at them in surprise and Harry laughed under their breath. “What? You look so surprised, big sis. Are you surprised by my choice of mate, or the fact that I have one?”

I pray to the moon goddess that the 'coward' comment would get to him, and it did. "I love being called a coward, Gass." He disappoints me with his acceptance. Suddenly, several of the clones advance on me without warning. I instantly shift into my wolf before they can reach me and tear through the first clone with my teeth. Quickly, I take care of the second and third. More are still coming and I'm able to hold my own for a while. But they are too much and they keep throwing themselves on me until I have like fifty or more on top of me, tearing into my flesh as much as they can, with their teeth and claws.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Claws, canines and metal met flesh. The air was suddenly filled with the sound of bones breaking, flesh ripping and cries as men dropped one after another. As Jordan had asked me, I didn't run into the front lines, but I didn't stay in the back either. Holding firmly into the sword that was custom made for me for this fight, I rushed into the fight, teaming up with Lucas as I fought to defend him against the growing number of vampires that were about to overwhelm him. Swinging left and right, I severed limbs from bodies.

The heavy clang of chains echoed as they fell into the dust of the earthen floor. However, the rogue continued to observe the young Alpha standing before him with condescension. He laughed inwardly at the ease with which a little provocation had enabled him to get so close to the Red Wolf. He'd begun to despair that he wouldn't get there as quickly as he'd expected, but the gods had heard his prayers. "I demand a wolf-to-wolf fight!" the rogue howled, trying to clear the greasy locks from his face. Harry tilted his head slightly forward. He didn't know why, but something was wrong. The rogue was shaking from head to toe, but he kept insisting on confronting him. It didn't make sense. However