Hevy Clone Wars Novels & Stories

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

FWEEEET! HOWWWLLLL!! Dominic stood right with me, howling for his pack to come to him. How our groups were fighting, there was no telling how many of our members were left. “Hopefully, they act together.” Dante said as he came over to us. “They will.” I told them. “They probably destroyed themselves from this bullshit ass war you caused, Eric.” Callighan chuckled. “You might as well suck it up and take this ass whooping.”

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

And with that, he left, and I let myself feel the smallest flicker of hope that maybe-just maybe-we could figure this out. Later that Afternoon When I found Eddie and Claire, the living room looked like a scene from a miniature apocalypse. There were Lego bodies everywhere, stormtroopers missing helmets, little plastic arms flung under the coffee table. Claire was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking entirely too serious about the whole thing. "I'm telling you, kid, if we reinforce this wing, the Death Star can totally survive the rebel attack." Eddie squinted at her. "That's not how the movie goes."

The shadow-chains exploded from his wrists, ten times thicker and more lethal than before. "The wolf..." Dante whispered, looking at his hands. "He's... he's different. He’s bigger." "He’s a Void-Wolf now," I said, standing up and pulling him with me. "And we have a fleet to sink." "Zora, look," Sora said, pointing to the primary monitor. The Hegemony warships weren't just rotating their cannons anymore. They were launching "Titan-Class" drop-pods. Dozens of them. They were falling from the sky like black raindrops, aimed directly at the Shadow-District.

Then his body convulsed And split open. Metal beneath skin. Wires, spines, gears. The clone had never been fully human. Not since Phase Six. The prototype wasn’t the final version. He was. And now the real program has been activated. The last thing Noa saw before blacking out? Was the clone’s eyes glowing white And the ship is going dark. To be continued.

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”