Hevy Clone Wars Novels & Stories

"This is not possible. The Moon Goddess would not do this." "Clearly the Moon Goddess has a twisted, cruel sense of humor." "She would not pair me with—" He cut himself off abruptly, probably remembering we had an audience of dozens hanging on every single word. Around us, the pack members exchanged confused glances and whispered frantically. They could not feel what we felt, could not sense the cosmic joke that just destroyed both our worlds. But they could smell the sudden change in our scents, see the shock written plainly across our faces. "I need air right now." I pushed past him roughly toward the terrace doors, my legs unsteady beneath me, threatening to collapse.

"The Arbor Prime feeds on the Seeds it grows. Yours is still linked to the First Seed. *Use it*." The Custodian snarls. "Traitorous prototype!" The garden convulses. --- **The Rebellion** The Eden clone fights his siblings, his void-eyes bleeding gold. "The Arbor Prime's heart! Destroy it!" Veyra and I sprint toward the First Seed, dodging roots and entropy fire. The clones give chase, but the Eden clone sacrifices himself, tackling the Kelly clone into the river of time. The Custodian blocks our path. "You'll ruin *everything*!"

His dark red eyes reflected in the gloom like a ghostly lantern leading them through hell. Evelyn watched him, her heart a mixture of fresh rage and a trembling something deeper than memory. “You disappeared for three days, Lucien. Do you know what happened at the chapel?” she asked, her tone sharp but a little shaken. Lucien did not look back. He answered quietly: “I know. And I know who ordered the ‘Purge.’ The Black Blood is no longer only a curse, Evelyn. It is a weapon the Guild wants to recreate.” “They already have,” Adrian cut in. “Dr. Alaric’s cloning bio-soldiers. That blood… it’s no longer natural.”

Mane frowned and said. Completion Rate: 44 “Yes. We called ourselves great because we thought we had won. But we were wrong!” Ashera’s tone suddenly grew more frantic. “What we fought was nothing but Pazuzu’s clone! His real body was still embroiled in a bitter exchange with Hanbi! Hanbi hadn’t failed at all!” Completion Rate: 55 Ashera’s words shook Mane greatly. How could a clone possess the power to wipe out many races, leaving behind only three?! How was that even possible?

The pods around the room began to pulse with light — slow at first, then faster. Isabella stepped back, eyes wide. “They’re waking up!” “Get behind me,” I ordered. The first pod shattered. Then another. Then another. Figures stumbled out — malformed, enraged, their veins glowing faintly blue under their skin. Clones. Experiments. Soldiers made in my father’s image — in my image. They roared in unison, the sound inhuman. Damian shouted, “Weapons up!” Gunfire erupted. Bullets tore through glass and flesh, but the things didn’t fall easily. They moved too fast, too wild. I fought with everything I had — blades, bullets, bare hands. Each strike felt like hitting a piece of my own past.

I run to my pack commander. “What is going on?” I ask while straightening my clothes. “The Henderson’s are here, sir.” The commander replies, standing with his hand followed behind his back. “Fuck. Couldn’t they have waited a little longer?” I say. “Get the troops and fuck them up. Now!” These fucking Henderson’s know how to spoil the fun. Kai comes along with Crissy. Handing her over to me. I grab Crissy’s arms from Kai and make my way to my throne.

No, his thoughts were consumed with the girl he loved, the twisted legacy of Monroe, and the road that still stretched ahead. Aurora slept in the other room, the soft rise and fall of her chest a reminder that, for the first time in a long while, there was something worth fighting for. His gaze flickered over the city below, but he could barely make out the distant streets. The world beyond felt blurry, like everything was veiled in a haze. Maybe it was just him, or maybe it was the weight of all that was yet to come. He couldn’t deny it. He was scared. Not for his own life, but for what might happen to her. To them. The clone wars had taken so much already. How much longer could they surviv

As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand. “Antaroq Eznon Mordor!”, he yells, firing the orb at X. X stands there as the beam hits a portal and appears behind him. He barely dodges as the beam appears to be faster than it was. X raised a finger, his halo slightly pulsing. “Hypersphere”, he says and a transparent orb, at least two times bigger than the current battle planet we were on appeared, swallowing Kaymaer, and the beam. It hits the inside of the sphere and disappears.

They had been watching from the palace and could no longer take it so they joined in the fight to assist Raul while the others stayed back and watched from the palace. They all fought so hard but the clone seemed stronger than all of them put together. He managed to defeat all the rest leaving Raul, Edna, May, and Lyono still standing but panting for breath. Suddenly, there was a gush of wind, and the werewolf god appeared in front of them. His appearance startled the clone as it watched the werewolf god and then turned its attention to him.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.