Mandalorian Clans Novels & Stories

“But their don... he’s saying it was an act of war. Claims you took his property, his words, not mine, when you took the girl.” Damon gave a short laugh, reaching over and brushing a speck of dust from the man’s shoulder, his touch light yet somehow unnerving. “Tell me,” he said, his voice dangerously soft, “which clan does this ‘don’ belong to?” “The Manzoni clan, boss,” he answered, a flicker of dread in his eyes. Damon arched a brow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “The Manzoni clan, hmm? I’ve heard of their reputation. Apparently, no one crosses them and lives to tell the tale.”

The fifth clan is the Silverthorn dynasty, the sixth clan is the Ashen Claw, and the last clan is the least respected clan that can have authority in only one clan, which is the Ashen Claw the Frostmane Pact. Brenda's anger couldn't allow her to wait any longer to hear the rest of Jordan and his friend's conversation. " Say something Jordan, what if she knows and she got freed ?". Jordan took a deep breath and exhaled, " then we take her out ", he said. The three of them finalized the idea of killing Elora if she happens to get freed due to the influence of her father's power.

The morning was cloaked in a tense silence as Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Victor, Luciano, and Lucifer left the Pack territory and journeyed to the Bloody Sinners Clan. Each man was locked in his own thoughts, digesting the revelations of the previous night. The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air.

“There were twelve great clans, each blessed with a unique gift from the Goddess. The Blood Moon Clan, known for their unmatched strength and ferocity in battle. The Silverfang Clan, whose members could run for days without tiring. The Frostpaw Clan, who thrived in the coldest lands and were said to breathe frost itself. The Goldenclaw Clan, masters of strategy and war tactics. Each clan had its own territory, its own laws, and its own loyalties." Lily started taking notes beside me. I could tell she was just as engrossed as I was. "Some of these clans still exist today," the lecturer went on, "though many have dwindled or merged with others. Wars between clans were not uncommon, especially

“As fun as watching lovers spar may be, we’ve got a war to plan.” Jameson whispered, “We are so gonna die.” Soraya elbowed him but didn’t dispute. Lilith nodded, motioning for us to follow as she walked deeper into the ruined cathedral. “If you’re really serious about this — and I think you are — then you need to understand something. She looked back at me, her fascia flashing. “The Forgotten Clans obey no orders. We are not an organized military, and we do not cooperate well with other people.

We were outnumbered, and I could sense the fear emanating from Ken and the Night Warriors who were still alive. The head of the clan, a young man in his thirties, stood up from his throne-like chair, dressed in golden regalia that sparkled in the dim light of the hall. He addressed the clan in a voice that was both commanding and resonant, and the room erupted into chants and shouts. Guards surrounded us, their swords pointed at our throats, and I could see the fear in the eyes of Ken and the Night Warriors. Jake lay unconscious on the floor, and I felt a surge of anger and desperation.

"Who's that geezer, daring to intervene in the executor exams?" "O-Oh, I know! He is an Imperia clan elder! Shar's sentinel!" "What?!" The crowd clamored just hearing those words, all of them restless. Imperia's clans were superior to the Sanctuary's clans, as each plan had at least one member who was of the Emperor rank! "Woah!" "I get it now… I did hear that the Taran Sword Sect was founded by a branch family of the Solo clan!" "I see!" "Gosh, doesn't that mean Shar is basically from an Imperia clan?!"